| Song | New City in the Future |
| Artist | Angels of Light |
| Album | How I Loved You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gira, Young | |
| Here, here it is, | |
| the place where you lived. | |
| The place where you rose, | |
| transparent, a ghost... | |
| You were mine, you were mine... | |
| Here, here's where you walked. | |
| Different now, moonlight and chalk. | |
| Polished white stone, bruised feet, | |
| shattered bone, brittle hand of a child... | |
| You were mine, you were mine... | |
| Raise, raise me up, | |
| up from the ground. | |
| Naked, transposed, | |
| wound like a rose. | |
| Face painted with white, | |
| mouth full of black stone... | |
| You were mine, you were mine... | |
| Here, here it is, | |
| look at it shine, | |
| pure, polished and white. | |
| Piercing the sky, | |
| new towers of ice, | |
| so lifeless and clean... | |
| You were mine, you were mine... |
| zuo qu : Gira, Young | |
| Here, here it is, | |
| the place where you lived. | |
| The place where you rose, | |
| transparent, a ghost... | |
| You were mine, you were mine... | |
| Here, here' s where you walked. | |
| Different now, moonlight and chalk. | |
| Polished white stone, bruised feet, | |
| shattered bone, brittle hand of a child... | |
| You were mine, you were mine... | |
| Raise, raise me up, | |
| up from the ground. | |
| Naked, transposed, | |
| wound like a rose. | |
| Face painted with white, | |
| mouth full of black stone... | |
| You were mine, you were mine... | |
| Here, here it is, | |
| look at it shine, | |
| pure, polished and white. | |
| Piercing the sky, | |
| new towers of ice, | |
| so lifeless and clean... | |
| You were mine, you were mine... |
| zuò qǔ : Gira, Young | |
| Here, here it is, | |
| the place where you lived. | |
| The place where you rose, | |
| transparent, a ghost... | |
| You were mine, you were mine... | |
| Here, here' s where you walked. | |
| Different now, moonlight and chalk. | |
| Polished white stone, bruised feet, | |
| shattered bone, brittle hand of a child... | |
| You were mine, you were mine... | |
| Raise, raise me up, | |
| up from the ground. | |
| Naked, transposed, | |
| wound like a rose. | |
| Face painted with white, | |
| mouth full of black stone... | |
| You were mine, you were mine... | |
| Here, here it is, | |
| look at it shine, | |
| pure, polished and white. | |
| Piercing the sky, | |
| new towers of ice, | |
| so lifeless and clean... | |
| You were mine, you were mine... |