in the word歌词
我已经很久没有注意到我们有陷得多深
眼睁睁地看着身边的所有东西消失
我已经在这里错过了你
这看上去似乎有很多小事挡在路上
我们每天像例行公事一般去弥补
有时就感觉到我们的任何一个地方都是不固定的
我已经错过了你
告诉我世界上没有什么东西能介入我们之间
像我展示今晚你并不担心
亲爱的，请使我相信世界上没有东西能偷走从现在开始的这一刻
没有...世上没有东西
两个影子正在退却
亲爱的我们用了太多的时间躲藏
然而没有一地方能比这里更让我钟爱
我已经错过了你
告诉我世界上没有什么东西能介入我们之间
像我展示今晚你并不担心
亲爱的，请使我相信世界上没有东西能偷走从现在开始的这一刻
没有...世上没有东西
第一个词语是梦想
从沉睡中
把我内心的秘密
悄悄的带出来
第二个词语是风
告诉我的前路
摆动翅膀
飞向上帝的臂弯内
像数着已消逝的
悲伤往事一样
金色的苹果
又有一个掉下来了
从未见过的景象
那里就是归宿了
唯一的生命
到达的地方
咏唱古老的魔法
在月色幽静的晚上
抱着将来能遇见的预感
WE CAN FLY
WE HAVE WINGS
WE CAN TOUCH FLOATING DREAMS
CALL ME FROM SO FAR
THROUGH THE WIND
IN THE LIGHT
第三个词语是 hum...
细意倾听的说话
把你抖震的手臂
悄悄的放开
The first word in my dreams
I could clearly see
Planet Eden high beyond the skies
Beautiful and sad
is this story I'll tell
of the winged travellers eager
'twas one day
the wind guided him where to go
like an eagle high above he flew
Waving from down below
he flew out of sight
into the mystical darkness
Neither a smile nor a cry
I gave when he left
feeling my spleen decline
And hoping
one day we'd fly over
back to the places we once shared
Where vessels glide
in silky waves and of gold
deep in the gulf such planet lies
Surrounded by this universe
of love and hate
confusion breaks through and dwells.
Cast a spell, from the old magic book.
Scatter pearls, in the black magic box,
something strange will happen, it will take you so far.
So try...We can fly, we have wings, we can touch floating dreams.
Call me from so far through the wind in the light.
Someone came from the dark over from the stars.
Protecting my heart from crying.
Taken back by surprise my traveller returned.
What went wrong? Why did he change?
第二版
The first word was"dream"
From the middle of sleep
Which secretly accompanies
The darkness in my heart
The second word was"wind"
Directing my journey
From God's arms,
Fanning wings
As if counting
the melting sorrows,
Yet another golden
apple fell
Not even looking at the scenery,
There is the place you're going
With merely a single life,
You struggle to reach that place
An old magic book;
moondrops; the curtain of night--
Only a premonition of meeting someday
We can fly
We have wings
We can touch floating dreams
Call me from so far
Through the wind
In the light
The third word was"hum"..
Caught by straining ears
As I softly release
Your trembling arms
