[00:00.000] 作词 : D.S
[00:01.000] 作曲 : D.S
[00:03.202]Written by: D.S
[00:04.206]Lyrics by: D.S
[00:05.210]Arranged by: D.S / Chris Han / 易天宇
[00:06.213]Guitar by: 易天宇
[00:06.963]Keyboard by: D.S
[00:07.467]Backing Vocals by: D.S
[00:07.968]Programed by: D.S
[00:08.469]Recorded by: Chris Han
[00:08.970]Mixed by: Chris Han
[00:09.723]Studio: Yi Music Studio
[00:10.727]Executive manager: Liu
[00:11.479]Visual art: 九个妖
[00:12.730]Font design: April
[00:16.483]Rain, from afar
[00:24.998]Fall from the stars
[00:32.514]He stands there
[00:36.520]with wounds and scars
[00:40.530]The wind is blowing hard
[00:48.796]Light of the spark
[00:56.560]Sink into dark
[01:04.326]There’s an island in every heart
[01:12.593]He also has his yard
[01:20.857]Nobody know about him entirely
[01:29.120]What you see is what he want you to see
[01:36.383]There’s no real empathy
[01:44.650]He’s on his own indeed
[01:52.417]Sky, fall apart
[02:00.685]Leaves him in dark
[02:08.202]There’s an island in every heart
[02:16.454]Does he know who we are
[02:24.972]Nobody know about him entirely
[02:32.733]What you see is what he want you to see
[02:40.498]There’s no real empathy
[02:48.518]He’s on his own indeed
[02:57.286]He has nowhere to hide
[03:00.292]He doesn’t know he lied
[03:05.047]He has nowhere to fly
[03:08.056]Where is the sky?
[03:13.062]He does know he died
[03:20.830]He know at least he’s tried

作词 : D.S
作曲 : D.S
Written by: D.S
Lyrics by: D.S
Arranged by: D.S / Chris Han / 易天宇
Guitar by: 易天宇
Keyboard by: D.S
Backing Vocals by: D.S
Programed by: D.S
Recorded by: Chris Han
Mixed by: Chris Han
Studio: Yi Music Studio
Executive manager: Liu
Visual art: 九个妖
Font design: April
Rain, from afar
Fall from the stars
He stands there
with wounds and scars
The wind is blowing hard
Light of the spark
Sink into dark
There’s an island in every heart
He also has his yard
Nobody know about him entirely
What you see is what he want you to see
There’s no real empathy
He’s on his own indeed
Sky, fall apart
Leaves him in dark
There’s an island in every heart
Does he know who we are
Nobody know about him entirely
What you see is what he want you to see
There’s no real empathy
He’s on his own indeed
He has nowhere to hide
He doesn’t know he lied
He has nowhere to fly
Where is the sky?
He does know he died
He know at least he’s tried