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  • 作词 : XINGLIN ZHENG
    作曲 : XINGLIN ZHENG
    In alleys where rubies are hidden in refuse
    He mines for gems in mountains of news
    Whispering to the breeze, he crafts tales grand
    A cardboard castle in his own wonderland
    Dancing with shadows, singing to the moon
    His laughter blends with the waltz of cars
    Dreaming of feasts, where all friends convene
    Each empty can, a treasure unseen
    He sails the concrete with his tattered coat sails
    Finding silver in cans, magic in retail
    A stray cat his knight, a stray dog his steed
    Together they venture, fulfilling a need
    Dancing with shadows, singing to the moon
    His laughter caught on a windy tune
    Dreaming a life where the stars all reach
    Every empty bottle, a lesson they preach
    Whispers of tales from the winds that roam
    Shadows as partners, the streets his home
    Yet with each step, his dreams cast long
    In the echoes of the city, he finds his song
    In twilight's embrace, he dines with the Sparrow King
    Feasting on memories that the brisk wind brings
    A banquet laid on a spread of news
    His goblet a jar, his audience the ruse
    Dancing with shadows, singing to the moon
    Echoes of joy, beneath the urban swoon
    Paths paved with gold, in stories untold
    Each piece of trash, a battle won
    On his golden throne, he reigns under the bridge
    Collecting whispers of the city as his privilege
    As night fades, reality sharp and stark
    His palace dwindles to shadows in the dark
    Dancing with shadows, singing to the moon
    With a jester's grin under the silver boon
    Fables of the streets woven in air
    Every scrap of foil, a crown to wear
    Dancing with shadows, singing to the moon
    With a jester's grin under the silver boon
    Fables of the streets woven in air
    Every scrap of foil, a crown to wear
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : XINGLIN ZHENG
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : XINGLIN ZHENG
    [00:37.764]In alleys where rubies are hidden in refuse
    [00:42.728]He mines for gems in mountains of news
    [00:47.428]Whispering to the breeze, he crafts tales grand
    [00:52.031]A cardboard castle in his own wonderland
    [00:56.970]Dancing with shadows, singing to the moon
    [01:01.576]His laughter blends with the waltz of cars
    [01:06.480]Dreaming of feasts, where all friends convene
    [01:11.040]Each empty can, a treasure unseen
    [01:18.577]He sails the concrete with his tattered coat sails
    [01:23.386]Finding silver in cans, magic in retail
    [01:27.900]A stray cat his knight, a stray dog his steed
    [01:32.676]Together they venture, fulfilling a need
    [01:37.321]Dancing with shadows, singing to the moon
    [01:42.169]His laughter caught on a windy tune
    [01:47.249]Dreaming a life where the stars all reach
    [01:52.138]Every empty bottle, a lesson they preach
    [01:58.055]Whispers of tales from the winds that roam
    [02:02.296]Shadows as partners, the streets his home
    [02:07.021]Yet with each step, his dreams cast long
    [02:11.434]In the echoes of the city, he finds his song
    [02:47.177]In twilight's embrace, he dines with the Sparrow King
    [02:52.481]Feasting on memories that the brisk wind brings
    [02:57.069]A banquet laid on a spread of news
    [03:01.109]His goblet a jar, his audience the ruse
    [03:06.119]Dancing with shadows, singing to the moon
    [03:11.053]Echoes of joy, beneath the urban swoon
    [03:15.854]Paths paved with gold, in stories untold
    [03:20.277]Each piece of trash, a battle won
    [03:24.299]On his golden throne, he reigns under the bridge
    [03:29.224]Collecting whispers of the city as his privilege
    [03:34.024]As night fades, reality sharp and stark
    [03:38.437]His palace dwindles to shadows in the dark
    [03:44.011]Dancing with shadows, singing to the moon
    [03:48.441]With a jester's grin under the silver boon
    [03:53.342]Fables of the streets woven in air
    [03:57.514]Every scrap of foil, a crown to wear
    [04:02.888]Dancing with shadows, singing to the moon
    [04:07.121]With a jester's grin under the silver boon
    [04:12.078]Fables of the streets woven in air
    [04:16.084]Every scrap of foil, a crown to wear