| Song | My Old Refuge |
| Artist | Arachnes |
| Album | Primary Fear |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Caruso, Caruso | |
| Dark road, without lights and tears, | |
| Things without a solution, dear, | |
| My soul is full of that, now, | |
| And your soul too, yes I know. | |
| Where is the sun of the hope, my God? | |
| Where is the smile of an easy song? | |
| With a secret dream in my hands, | |
| I'm calling your name, I'm calling your name: | |
| BUT YOU ARE SO FAR AWAY, | |
| LIKE A LONG KISS ON OUR SKIN, | |
| AND MAYBE YOU ARE SLEEPING, NOW, | |
| ON THE WHITE FLOOR OF THE MEMORIES, | |
| WHILE I'M CALLING YOUR NAME, AGAIN: | |
| Why you are my old refuge, | |
| Why we remember our words. | |
| And I will be in your black eyes, | |
| Black like this night, like this days. |
| zuo qu : Caruso, Caruso | |
| Dark road, without lights and tears, | |
| Things without a solution, dear, | |
| My soul is full of that, now, | |
| And your soul too, yes I know. | |
| Where is the sun of the hope, my God? | |
| Where is the smile of an easy song? | |
| With a secret dream in my hands, | |
| I' m calling your name, I' m calling your name: | |
| BUT YOU ARE SO FAR AWAY, | |
| LIKE A LONG KISS ON OUR SKIN, | |
| AND MAYBE YOU ARE SLEEPING, NOW, | |
| ON THE WHITE FLOOR OF THE MEMORIES, | |
| WHILE I' M CALLING YOUR NAME, AGAIN: | |
| Why you are my old refuge, | |
| Why we remember our words. | |
| And I will be in your black eyes, | |
| Black like this night, like this days. |
| zuò qǔ : Caruso, Caruso | |
| Dark road, without lights and tears, | |
| Things without a solution, dear, | |
| My soul is full of that, now, | |
| And your soul too, yes I know. | |
| Where is the sun of the hope, my God? | |
| Where is the smile of an easy song? | |
| With a secret dream in my hands, | |
| I' m calling your name, I' m calling your name: | |
| BUT YOU ARE SO FAR AWAY, | |
| LIKE A LONG KISS ON OUR SKIN, | |
| AND MAYBE YOU ARE SLEEPING, NOW, | |
| ON THE WHITE FLOOR OF THE MEMORIES, | |
| WHILE I' M CALLING YOUR NAME, AGAIN: | |
| Why you are my old refuge, | |
| Why we remember our words. | |
| And I will be in your black eyes, | |
| Black like this night, like this days. |