| Song | Past Shadows |
| Artist | Agathodaimon |
| Album | Chapter III |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Eminescu, Sathonys, T. | |
| Now far I, | |
| I am from you before my fire alone | |
| And read again the hours that so silently have gone | |
| And it seems that eighty years beneath my feet did glide | |
| That I am old as winter, that maybe you have died | |
| The shadows of the past swift stream across life's floor | |
| The tale of all times, nothing that now exist no more | |
| While the wind with clumsy fingers softly fumbles at the blind | |
| And sadly spins the fiber of the story in my mind | |
| I see you stand before me in a mist that does enfold | |
| Your eyes are full of tears, and your fingers long and cold | |
| About my neck caressing your arms you gently ply | |
| And it seems you want to speak to me, yet only sigh | |
| And thus I clasp entranced my all, my world of grace | |
| And both our lives are joined in that supreme embrace | |
| Oh, let the voice of memory remain forever dumb | |
| Forget the joy that was, but nevermore will come | |
| The shadows of the past swift stream across life's floor | |
| The tale of all times, nothing that now exist no more | |
| While the wind with clumsy fingers softly fumbles at the blind | |
| And sadly spins the fiber of the story in my mind | |
| And thus I clasp entranced my all, my world of grace | |
| And both our lives are joined in that supreme embrace | |
| Forget how after an instant you thrust my arms aside | |
| For now I'm old and lonely, and maybe you have died |
| zuo qu : Eminescu, Sathonys, T. | |
| Now far I, | |
| I am from you before my fire alone | |
| And read again the hours that so silently have gone | |
| And it seems that eighty years beneath my feet did glide | |
| That I am old as winter, that maybe you have died | |
| The shadows of the past swift stream across life' s floor | |
| The tale of all times, nothing that now exist no more | |
| While the wind with clumsy fingers softly fumbles at the blind | |
| And sadly spins the fiber of the story in my mind | |
| I see you stand before me in a mist that does enfold | |
| Your eyes are full of tears, and your fingers long and cold | |
| About my neck caressing your arms you gently ply | |
| And it seems you want to speak to me, yet only sigh | |
| And thus I clasp entranced my all, my world of grace | |
| And both our lives are joined in that supreme embrace | |
| Oh, let the voice of memory remain forever dumb | |
| Forget the joy that was, but nevermore will come | |
| The shadows of the past swift stream across life' s floor | |
| The tale of all times, nothing that now exist no more | |
| While the wind with clumsy fingers softly fumbles at the blind | |
| And sadly spins the fiber of the story in my mind | |
| And thus I clasp entranced my all, my world of grace | |
| And both our lives are joined in that supreme embrace | |
| Forget how after an instant you thrust my arms aside | |
| For now I' m old and lonely, and maybe you have died |
| zuò qǔ : Eminescu, Sathonys, T. | |
| Now far I, | |
| I am from you before my fire alone | |
| And read again the hours that so silently have gone | |
| And it seems that eighty years beneath my feet did glide | |
| That I am old as winter, that maybe you have died | |
| The shadows of the past swift stream across life' s floor | |
| The tale of all times, nothing that now exist no more | |
| While the wind with clumsy fingers softly fumbles at the blind | |
| And sadly spins the fiber of the story in my mind | |
| I see you stand before me in a mist that does enfold | |
| Your eyes are full of tears, and your fingers long and cold | |
| About my neck caressing your arms you gently ply | |
| And it seems you want to speak to me, yet only sigh | |
| And thus I clasp entranced my all, my world of grace | |
| And both our lives are joined in that supreme embrace | |
| Oh, let the voice of memory remain forever dumb | |
| Forget the joy that was, but nevermore will come | |
| The shadows of the past swift stream across life' s floor | |
| The tale of all times, nothing that now exist no more | |
| While the wind with clumsy fingers softly fumbles at the blind | |
| And sadly spins the fiber of the story in my mind | |
| And thus I clasp entranced my all, my world of grace | |
| And both our lives are joined in that supreme embrace | |
| Forget how after an instant you thrust my arms aside | |
| For now I' m old and lonely, and maybe you have died |