| 作曲 : Eldritch | |
| Sweep off the streamers and lay down the covers | |
| The story's over | |
| Love conquers all happy endings | |
| The wicked is tamed, he's got the chance for an afterthought | |
| For changing and weeping, repenting and creeping | |
| Tales always finish too early to tell that he's had enough | |
| Going for lonely ways, waiting for better days | |
| Waiting for spring, for the doorbell to ring | |
| So far apartand still here | |
| Turning the page on these lonely last days of the year | |
| Spirits of air ghostly friends | |
| Please take my hand, | |
| I'm so far from my land | |
| Cure all my wounds, lick my tears, chilling my face, | |
| I'm so far from my place | |
| Never again smiling backwards to past lives, never again shedding tears | |
| Never again on the waves of the turning tide | |
| Never again on these last days of the year | |
| Going for lonely ways, waiting for better days | |
| Waiting the dike, you don't know what it is like | |
| So far apart and still there, now in the last days of the year | |
| Going for lonely ways, waiting for better days | |
| Waiting the dike, you don't know what it is like | |
| So far apart and still here, so far away but still near | |
| Walk alone, breed of | |
| Cain, thinking all night and days | |
| One far away, knowledge goes with the pain | |
| To make a light you must burn | |
| But times are about to turn | |
| Within my prison | |
| I'll stand | |
| Within the hope of my exile's end | |
| When every sin will be forgiven | |
| And dreams closer and clearer will gleam | |
| Out of this deadly deep frost | |
| Without the memory of what is lost | |
| Without the tears with eyes unswelled | |
| I will build stronger and straighter high walls... | |
| That's all |
| zuo qu : Eldritch | |
| Sweep off the streamers and lay down the covers | |
| The story' s over | |
| Love conquers all happy endings | |
| The wicked is tamed, he' s got the chance for an afterthought | |
| For changing and weeping, repenting and creeping | |
| Tales always finish too early to tell that he' s had enough | |
| Going for lonely ways, waiting for better days | |
| Waiting for spring, for the doorbell to ring | |
| So far apartand still here | |
| Turning the page on these lonely last days of the year | |
| Spirits of air ghostly friends | |
| Please take my hand, | |
| I' m so far from my land | |
| Cure all my wounds, lick my tears, chilling my face, | |
| I' m so far from my place | |
| Never again smiling backwards to past lives, never again shedding tears | |
| Never again on the waves of the turning tide | |
| Never again on these last days of the year | |
| Going for lonely ways, waiting for better days | |
| Waiting the dike, you don' t know what it is like | |
| So far apart and still there, now in the last days of the year | |
| Going for lonely ways, waiting for better days | |
| Waiting the dike, you don' t know what it is like | |
| So far apart and still here, so far away but still near | |
| Walk alone, breed of | |
| Cain, thinking all night and days | |
| One far away, knowledge goes with the pain | |
| To make a light you must burn | |
| But times are about to turn | |
| Within my prison | |
| I' ll stand | |
| Within the hope of my exile' s end | |
| When every sin will be forgiven | |
| And dreams closer and clearer will gleam | |
| Out of this deadly deep frost | |
| Without the memory of what is lost | |
| Without the tears with eyes unswelled | |
| I will build stronger and straighter high walls... | |
| That' s all |
| zuò qǔ : Eldritch | |
| Sweep off the streamers and lay down the covers | |
| The story' s over | |
| Love conquers all happy endings | |
| The wicked is tamed, he' s got the chance for an afterthought | |
| For changing and weeping, repenting and creeping | |
| Tales always finish too early to tell that he' s had enough | |
| Going for lonely ways, waiting for better days | |
| Waiting for spring, for the doorbell to ring | |
| So far apartand still here | |
| Turning the page on these lonely last days of the year | |
| Spirits of air ghostly friends | |
| Please take my hand, | |
| I' m so far from my land | |
| Cure all my wounds, lick my tears, chilling my face, | |
| I' m so far from my place | |
| Never again smiling backwards to past lives, never again shedding tears | |
| Never again on the waves of the turning tide | |
| Never again on these last days of the year | |
| Going for lonely ways, waiting for better days | |
| Waiting the dike, you don' t know what it is like | |
| So far apart and still there, now in the last days of the year | |
| Going for lonely ways, waiting for better days | |
| Waiting the dike, you don' t know what it is like | |
| So far apart and still here, so far away but still near | |
| Walk alone, breed of | |
| Cain, thinking all night and days | |
| One far away, knowledge goes with the pain | |
| To make a light you must burn | |
| But times are about to turn | |
| Within my prison | |
| I' ll stand | |
| Within the hope of my exile' s end | |
| When every sin will be forgiven | |
| And dreams closer and clearer will gleam | |
| Out of this deadly deep frost | |
| Without the memory of what is lost | |
| Without the tears with eyes unswelled | |
| I will build stronger and straighter high walls... | |
| That' s all |