[00:00.000] 作词 : Fiona Huang
[00:00.050] 作曲 : Fiona Huang
[00:00.100] 编曲 : Fiona Huang
[00:00.150]In the corner of the cafÉ, with a latte in my hand,
[00:06.900]I find tranquility, in the stories that expand.
[00:13.860]Pages turnin' gently, like a lover's soft caress,
[00:18.690]Lost in whispered secrets, where chaos finds its rest.
[00:23.520]Characters and plotlines, paint the world anew,
[00:30.810]Words become the solace, in a sea of midnight blue.
[00:37.080]Wandering through chapters, finding who I am,
[00:42.630]Each novel's revelation, like a carefully laid plan.
[00:48.120]Oh,I'm reading my way to peace,
[00:54.480]Every page a sweet release.
[01:00.810]In the silence of the prose,
[01:06.510]That's where my true spirit goes.
[01:13.140]From Hemingway to Austen, their wisdom wraps around,
[01:19.050]In the hush of olden letters, inner peace is found.
[01:24.270]A world within a cover, where chaos can't intrude,
[01:31.470]Finding self in fiction, shifts my restless mood.
[01:37.530]Phrases filled with wonder, a gentle lullaby,
[01:43.680]Printed words of comfort, beneath a twilight sky.
[01:50.820]Books of every kind now, resting on my knees,
[01:54.630]In their paper arms, I float with the breeze.
[02:00.870]Oh,I'm reading my way to peace,
[02:07.320]Every page a sweet release.
[02:16.050]In the silence of the prose,
[02:19.440]That's where my true spirit goes.
[02:39.120]Oh,I'm reading my way to peace,
[02:55.920]Every page a sweet release.
[03:02.130]In the silence of the prose,
[03:08.040]That's where my true spirit goes,
[03:14.130]That's where my true spirit goes,
[03:23.220]That's where my true spirit goes.

作词 : Fiona Huang
作曲 : Fiona Huang
编曲 : Fiona Huang
In the corner of the cafÉ, with a latte in my hand,
I find tranquility, in the stories that expand.
Pages turnin' gently, like a lover's soft caress,
Lost in whispered secrets, where chaos finds its rest.
Characters and plotlines, paint the world anew,
Words become the solace, in a sea of midnight blue.
Wandering through chapters, finding who I am,
Each novel's revelation, like a carefully laid plan.
Oh,I'm reading my way to peace,
Every page a sweet release.
In the silence of the prose,
That's where my true spirit goes.
From Hemingway to Austen, their wisdom wraps around,
In the hush of olden letters, inner peace is found.
A world within a cover, where chaos can't intrude,
Finding self in fiction, shifts my restless mood.
Phrases filled with wonder, a gentle lullaby,
Printed words of comfort, beneath a twilight sky.
Books of every kind now, resting on my knees,
In their paper arms, I float with the breeze.
Oh,I'm reading my way to peace,
Every page a sweet release.
In the silence of the prose,
That's where my true spirit goes.
Oh,I'm reading my way to peace,
Every page a sweet release.
In the silence of the prose,
That's where my true spirit goes,
That's where my true spirit goes,
That's where my true spirit goes.