| Song | Winter Will Come |
| Artist | Nosound |
| Album | A Sense of Loss |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Erra | |
| dark clouds | |
| away and over again | |
| falling leaves | |
| moved by air | |
| a wind from far suddenly appeared | |
| sounds from the sky | |
| in my ears | |
| a well known smell all around in the air | |
| silently...suggesting...invisibly it started to rain | |
| your silence louder than words from your mouth | |
| and the future declined | |
| day after day, month after month | |
| through the maze of your mind | |
| infecting our path with several mines | |
| I know I was wishing to escape | |
| but I fell through the holes I create | |
| it's a pleasing feel to touch your skin | |
| to be here, with you, breathing again | |
| like thousands windows on the infinite time | |
| in the dark sky the stars light shines | |
| bringing us the story of the time before the start | |
| of dead and born worlds | |
| of planets and stars | |
| like thousands windows on the infinite time | |
| in the dark sky the stars light shines | |
| of dying and born worlds | |
| of planets and stars | |
| the sun on the sea | |
| the reasons to fear | |
| the silence that grows | |
| the hate growing slow | |
| the gap between us | |
| the warmth leaving us | |
| we see what we did | |
| the places we lived | |
| your voice speaking low | |
| my voice leaving noise | |
| the phone in your hand | |
| your path to the end | |
| we left our thoughts | |
| and things flowing through | |
| the faces of friends | |
| the fire on the sand | |
| the stars in the night | |
| planets and skies | |
| is what you believed | |
| to what disappeared | |
| already in the dark | |
| I'm dying in your heart | |
| the summer has gone | |
| and winter will come | |
| it arrived...and left us behind |
| zuo qu : Erra | |
| dark clouds | |
| away and over again | |
| falling leaves | |
| moved by air | |
| a wind from far suddenly appeared | |
| sounds from the sky | |
| in my ears | |
| a well known smell all around in the air | |
| silently... suggesting... invisibly it started to rain | |
| your silence louder than words from your mouth | |
| and the future declined | |
| day after day, month after month | |
| through the maze of your mind | |
| infecting our path with several mines | |
| I know I was wishing to escape | |
| but I fell through the holes I create | |
| it' s a pleasing feel to touch your skin | |
| to be here, with you, breathing again | |
| like thousands windows on the infinite time | |
| in the dark sky the stars light shines | |
| bringing us the story of the time before the start | |
| of dead and born worlds | |
| of planets and stars | |
| like thousands windows on the infinite time | |
| in the dark sky the stars light shines | |
| of dying and born worlds | |
| of planets and stars | |
| the sun on the sea | |
| the reasons to fear | |
| the silence that grows | |
| the hate growing slow | |
| the gap between us | |
| the warmth leaving us | |
| we see what we did | |
| the places we lived | |
| your voice speaking low | |
| my voice leaving noise | |
| the phone in your hand | |
| your path to the end | |
| we left our thoughts | |
| and things flowing through | |
| the faces of friends | |
| the fire on the sand | |
| the stars in the night | |
| planets and skies | |
| is what you believed | |
| to what disappeared | |
| already in the dark | |
| I' m dying in your heart | |
| the summer has gone | |
| and winter will come | |
| it arrived... and left us behind |
| zuò qǔ : Erra | |
| dark clouds | |
| away and over again | |
| falling leaves | |
| moved by air | |
| a wind from far suddenly appeared | |
| sounds from the sky | |
| in my ears | |
| a well known smell all around in the air | |
| silently... suggesting... invisibly it started to rain | |
| your silence louder than words from your mouth | |
| and the future declined | |
| day after day, month after month | |
| through the maze of your mind | |
| infecting our path with several mines | |
| I know I was wishing to escape | |
| but I fell through the holes I create | |
| it' s a pleasing feel to touch your skin | |
| to be here, with you, breathing again | |
| like thousands windows on the infinite time | |
| in the dark sky the stars light shines | |
| bringing us the story of the time before the start | |
| of dead and born worlds | |
| of planets and stars | |
| like thousands windows on the infinite time | |
| in the dark sky the stars light shines | |
| of dying and born worlds | |
| of planets and stars | |
| the sun on the sea | |
| the reasons to fear | |
| the silence that grows | |
| the hate growing slow | |
| the gap between us | |
| the warmth leaving us | |
| we see what we did | |
| the places we lived | |
| your voice speaking low | |
| my voice leaving noise | |
| the phone in your hand | |
| your path to the end | |
| we left our thoughts | |
| and things flowing through | |
| the faces of friends | |
| the fire on the sand | |
| the stars in the night | |
| planets and skies | |
| is what you believed | |
| to what disappeared | |
| already in the dark | |
| I' m dying in your heart | |
| the summer has gone | |
| and winter will come | |
| it arrived... and left us behind |