| Song | Adamantine |
| Artist | Edenbridge |
| Album | MyEarthDream |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Edenbridge, Lanvall | |
| As the lights went slowly | |
| The line of vision broke | |
| In the face of reason it flies | |
| Right when | |
| I awoke You spoke beneath a whisper | |
| And angry clouds arose | |
| You began to brood at night | |
| And damned how fate chose | |
| We still endeavor for the precious stone | |
| For accolade until we are alone | |
| A cornucopia of flattery | |
| We only see what we want to see [Chorus:] | |
| Can't break my will (It is adamantine) | |
| Can't bar my way | |
| I am ready for fray | |
| Time (I am adamantine) | |
| And reverie (And there isn't a line) | |
| Still it is life's melody | |
| You can tilt at windmills | |
| You get a fire alight | |
| Pass with flying colours | |
| You are taking it with pride | |
| Beyond the dreams of avarice | |
| You master your own way | |
| Never bend before the wind | |
| No way to lead you astray | |
| And we still wanna go the extra mile | |
| On cobbled streets of artificial smile | |
| A cornucopia of memory | |
| Fills our hopeless vacancy [Chorus] | |
| Our workers of fate | |
| Are like the dreams we create on and on | |
| Cause life is a wide open space | |
| And then some, so much to embrace | |
| A cornucopia of mystery | |
| One more page in our diary [Chorus] [Chorus:] | |
| My will (So adamantine) | |
| My way I am ready for fray | |
| Time (I am adamantine) | |
| And reverie (And there isn't a line) | |
| Still it is life's melody |
| zuo qu : Edenbridge, Lanvall | |
| As the lights went slowly | |
| The line of vision broke | |
| In the face of reason it flies | |
| Right when | |
| I awoke You spoke beneath a whisper | |
| And angry clouds arose | |
| You began to brood at night | |
| And damned how fate chose | |
| We still endeavor for the precious stone | |
| For accolade until we are alone | |
| A cornucopia of flattery | |
| We only see what we want to see Chorus: | |
| Can' t break my will It is adamantine | |
| Can' t bar my way | |
| I am ready for fray | |
| Time I am adamantine | |
| And reverie And there isn' t a line | |
| Still it is life' s melody | |
| You can tilt at windmills | |
| You get a fire alight | |
| Pass with flying colours | |
| You are taking it with pride | |
| Beyond the dreams of avarice | |
| You master your own way | |
| Never bend before the wind | |
| No way to lead you astray | |
| And we still wanna go the extra mile | |
| On cobbled streets of artificial smile | |
| A cornucopia of memory | |
| Fills our hopeless vacancy Chorus | |
| Our workers of fate | |
| Are like the dreams we create on and on | |
| Cause life is a wide open space | |
| And then some, so much to embrace | |
| A cornucopia of mystery | |
| One more page in our diary Chorus Chorus: | |
| My will So adamantine | |
| My way I am ready for fray | |
| Time I am adamantine | |
| And reverie And there isn' t a line | |
| Still it is life' s melody |
| zuò qǔ : Edenbridge, Lanvall | |
| As the lights went slowly | |
| The line of vision broke | |
| In the face of reason it flies | |
| Right when | |
| I awoke You spoke beneath a whisper | |
| And angry clouds arose | |
| You began to brood at night | |
| And damned how fate chose | |
| We still endeavor for the precious stone | |
| For accolade until we are alone | |
| A cornucopia of flattery | |
| We only see what we want to see Chorus: | |
| Can' t break my will It is adamantine | |
| Can' t bar my way | |
| I am ready for fray | |
| Time I am adamantine | |
| And reverie And there isn' t a line | |
| Still it is life' s melody | |
| You can tilt at windmills | |
| You get a fire alight | |
| Pass with flying colours | |
| You are taking it with pride | |
| Beyond the dreams of avarice | |
| You master your own way | |
| Never bend before the wind | |
| No way to lead you astray | |
| And we still wanna go the extra mile | |
| On cobbled streets of artificial smile | |
| A cornucopia of memory | |
| Fills our hopeless vacancy Chorus | |
| Our workers of fate | |
| Are like the dreams we create on and on | |
| Cause life is a wide open space | |
| And then some, so much to embrace | |
| A cornucopia of mystery | |
| One more page in our diary Chorus Chorus: | |
| My will So adamantine | |
| My way I am ready for fray | |
| Time I am adamantine | |
| And reverie And there isn' t a line | |
| Still it is life' s melody |