[00:00.000] 作词 : 音灵
[00:01.000] 作曲 : 音灵
[00:02.000] 编曲 : 音灵
[00:10.680]The wind it whispers through the pines,
[00:27.030]A lonesome sound, a weary sign,
[00:27.600]The road ahead is lost in time,
[00:32.550]But still, I walk this broken line.
[00:36.660]The sun it sets on empty streets,
[01:30.480]Where shadows dance with cold concrete,
[01:38.580]The neon burns but gives no heat,
[01:44.670]Just echoes loud with lost receipts.
[01:47.640][ Chorus]
[01:51.930]Oh, the wheels keep turning, but they don’ t go far,
[01:56.100]The stars keep burning, like old guitars,
[02:06.630]The night is calling, through the hollow bars,
[02:11.160]But I’ m just a shadow, chasing after stars.
[02:16.020]The morning comes with faded light,
[02:41.700]A ghostly train rolls out of sight,
[02:44.550]The ticket torn, the fare’ s too high,
[02:55.800]Yet still I wait beneath the sky.
[03:03.060]Oh, the wheels keep turning, but they don’ t go far,
[03:10.110]The stars keep burning, like old guitars,
[03:17.160]The night is calling, through the hollow bars,
[03:24.060]But I’ m just a shadow, chasing after stars.
[03:25.200][ Bridge]
[03:25.380]The river hums an ancient tune,
[03:27.510]Beneath the pale and waning moon,
[03:31.650]It speaks of shores I’ ll never see,
[03:35.760]Yet pulls me onward, wild and free.
[03:39.630]The wind it whispers through the pines,
[04:36.180]A lonesome sound, a weary sign,
[04:43.650]I’ ll walk until the road unwinds,
[04:49.620]And leave my footprints far behind.

作词 : 音灵
作曲 : 音灵
编曲 : 音灵
The wind it whispers through the pines,
A lonesome sound, a weary sign,
The road ahead is lost in time,
But still, I walk this broken line.
The sun it sets on empty streets,
Where shadows dance with cold concrete,
The neon burns but gives no heat,
Just echoes loud with lost receipts.
Oh, the wheels keep turning, but they don’ t go far,
The stars keep burning, like old guitars,
The night is calling, through the hollow bars,
But I’ m just a shadow, chasing after stars.
The morning comes with faded light,
A ghostly train rolls out of sight,
The ticket torn, the fare’ s too high,
Yet still I wait beneath the sky.
Oh, the wheels keep turning, but they don’ t go far,
The stars keep burning, like old guitars,
The night is calling, through the hollow bars,
But I’ m just a shadow, chasing after stars.
The river hums an ancient tune,
Beneath the pale and waning moon,
It speaks of shores I’ ll never see,
Yet pulls me onward, wild and free.
The wind it whispers through the pines,
A lonesome sound, a weary sign,
I’ ll walk until the road unwinds,
And leave my footprints far behind.