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Tide of Dreams - Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼
[00:02.000] 编曲 : Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼
[00:40.320]Streets lean upward like questions to the sky,
[00:45.540]ribbons of stone that twist and sigh,
[00:50.310]climbing, falling, as if the earth were breathing,
[00:54.660]as if the sea itself had folded into hills.
[01:11.940]Rolling, rolling, tide of dreams.
[01:18.540]Their bends are dragon spines asleep in fog,
[01:23.490]their ridges candlelit altars for wandering souls.
[01:28.950]Iron tongues ring out in patient ascent,
[01:33.270]a hymn of labor, of longing, of return.
[01:50.310]Rolling, rolling, tide of dreams.
[02:55.380]Lantern- glow drifts like fragments of moons,
[03:00.060]hands from far oceans wove them into night.
[03:05.370]Elsewhere, petals once burned in colors too bright,
[03:09.690]their fragrance still lingers in cracked asphalt.
[03:26.730]Rolling, rolling, tide of dreams.
[03:34.230]These streets are veins of a dreaming beast,
[03:39.120]its heart beating beneath the tide,
[03:43.590]curved, steep, yet beautiful—
[03:48.120]like faith that refuses to fall asleep.
[05:32.040]Rolling, rolling, tide of dreams.
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作词 : Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼
作曲 : Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼
编曲 : Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼
Streets lean upward like questions to the sky,
ribbons of stone that twist and sigh,
climbing, falling, as if the earth were breathing,
as if the sea itself had folded into hills.
Rolling, rolling, tide of dreams.
Their bends are dragon spines asleep in fog,
their ridges candlelit altars for wandering souls.
Iron tongues ring out in patient ascent,
a hymn of labor, of longing, of return.
Rolling, rolling, tide of dreams.
Lantern- glow drifts like fragments of moons,
hands from far oceans wove them into night.
Elsewhere, petals once burned in colors too bright,
their fragrance still lingers in cracked asphalt.
Rolling, rolling, tide of dreams.
These streets are veins of a dreaming beast,
its heart beating beneath the tide,
curved, steep, yet beautiful—
like faith that refuses to fall asleep.
Rolling, rolling, tide of dreams.