作曲 : Marcel Bochnig I collect the light from the stars When I close my crippled fingers And when I draft my emaciated back Confined in my gazebo of crystal, It only shines for you
Come by, my father, look Come and see my fall For I collected all the light
Come by, my father, look Come and see my fall For I collected all the light
I tear of my skin and bow to thee humbly Take my tongue, so you can always hear my worries Take my ears, so I can hear your solace 编辑于2023/05/11更新