[00:00.000] 作词 : 韩二飞
[00:01.000] 作曲 : 官枋匚
[00:26.115]I walked along the mountain stream in the sunset
[00:31.056]when snow began to melt
[00:38.741]Moss-covered rocks woke up in heather bushes
[00:45.118]will summer bring you back
[00:51.047]In the light of the wheat-cutting sickles
[00:56.735]I saw your shining sword
[01:03.743]In the crackling of Samhain torchlight
[01:10.195]And I heard your voice in the fire
[01:17.752]Loitering among old old stars in a dream the sun never sets
[01:28.327]The reflection of your masked plan rippled away the ocean red
[01:38.319]
[02:04.869]A broken chancel with a broken cross stood on
[02:10.402]the dark and bare cliff
[02:17.267]My warrior left in a dim barge beneath
[02:22.192]glories of the harvest moon
[02:29.730]Wind echoes in the rosy dawn behind me
[02:34.780]I heard a cry before
[02:42.369]Men rise and fall like the winter wheat
[02:49.921]those names never die
[02:56.354]The sky above the great earth below the seeds of fate were sown
[03:06.966]And stars will be dense enough to hold them tight against the eternal night
[03:17.776]
[04:17.113]We shall meet at the wilderness
[04:22.296]where all will be one
[04:28.331]but silence brews the epiphany into wine
[04:33.606]when beginning meets the end
[04:40.274]

作词 : 韩二飞
作曲 : 官枋匚
I walked along the mountain stream in the sunset
when snow began to melt
Moss-covered rocks woke up in heather bushes
will summer bring you back
In the light of the wheat-cutting sickles
I saw your shining sword
In the crackling of Samhain torchlight
And I heard your voice in the fire
Loitering among old old stars in a dream the sun never sets
The reflection of your masked plan rippled away the ocean red
A broken chancel with a broken cross stood on
the dark and bare cliff
My warrior left in a dim barge beneath
glories of the harvest moon
Wind echoes in the rosy dawn behind me
I heard a cry before
Men rise and fall like the winter wheat
those names never die
The sky above the great earth below the seeds of fate were sown
And stars will be dense enough to hold them tight against the eternal night
We shall meet at the wilderness
where all will be one
but silence brews the epiphany into wine
when beginning meets the end