| 作曲 : Boris Blank & Dieter Meier | |
| 作词 : Blank, Meier | |
| A breeze of atmosphere, | |
| A fountain of our lives. | |
| As clouds | |
| Cross with time. | |
| An endless tide | |
| Will sway. | |
| Sacred notes will sound, | |
| Imaginations open wide. | |
| Somebody said it's best when | |
| It's hard to find | |
| The things we leave behind. | |
| I look up to the skies, | |
| Voices in my mind. | |
| As clouds | |
| Cross with time. | |
| An endless tide | |
| Will sway. | |
| Sacred notes will sound. | |
| Imaginations open wide. | |
| Somebody said it's only voices | |
| In my mind. | |
| The things we leave behind. | |
| Somebody said it's best when | |
| It's hard to find | |
| The things we leave behind. |
| zuo qu : Boris Blank Dieter Meier | |
| zuo ci : Blank, Meier | |
| A breeze of atmosphere, | |
| A fountain of our lives. | |
| As clouds | |
| Cross with time. | |
| An endless tide | |
| Will sway. | |
| Sacred notes will sound, | |
| Imaginations open wide. | |
| Somebody said it' s best when | |
| It' s hard to find | |
| The things we leave behind. | |
| I look up to the skies, | |
| Voices in my mind. | |
| As clouds | |
| Cross with time. | |
| An endless tide | |
| Will sway. | |
| Sacred notes will sound. | |
| Imaginations open wide. | |
| Somebody said it' s only voices | |
| In my mind. | |
| The things we leave behind. | |
| Somebody said it' s best when | |
| It' s hard to find | |
| The things we leave behind. |
| zuò qǔ : Boris Blank Dieter Meier | |
| zuò cí : Blank, Meier | |
| A breeze of atmosphere, | |
| A fountain of our lives. | |
| As clouds | |
| Cross with time. | |
| An endless tide | |
| Will sway. | |
| Sacred notes will sound, | |
| Imaginations open wide. | |
| Somebody said it' s best when | |
| It' s hard to find | |
| The things we leave behind. | |
| I look up to the skies, | |
| Voices in my mind. | |
| As clouds | |
| Cross with time. | |
| An endless tide | |
| Will sway. | |
| Sacred notes will sound. | |
| Imaginations open wide. | |
| Somebody said it' s only voices | |
| In my mind. | |
| The things we leave behind. | |
| Somebody said it' s best when | |
| It' s hard to find | |
| The things we leave behind. |