[00:00.00] 作词 : 林昱
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Z1on/Snowight
[00:10.41]Dark yellow grain,
[00:12.81]cold barren tone,
[00:15.84]scrape off the wind.
[00:26.46]A thunderstorm,
[00:28.08]or sand duststorm
[00:30.03]scar cross the skin.
[00:40.47]Don’t lie.
[00:42.48]It’s hovering around my mind
[00:50.91]when truths unfold.
[00:56.49]And life,
[00:58.38]is more than just to be alive.
[01:03.51]When all our hope is lost,
[01:08.13]I still hold on.
[01:11.16]Step on the silent field of hardness.
[01:19.14]Breathe in the violent feel of sorrow.
[01:21.33]Radiate sacred rays of morrow.
[01:39.36]Somewhere, Lone
[01:39.69]Star,
[01:45.12]from afar.
[02:02.34]From wannabe,
[02:04.41]to never will.
[02:08.16]Perhaps, maybe.
[02:18.42]From roaring pain,
[02:20.37]to cascading wish to stop the rain.
[02:24.27]I don’t even know myself anymore.
[02:29.61]Did I do the right thing?
[02:32.43]Don’t cry,
[02:34.47]I know it’s not the way you like.
[02:39.36]When hatred and grudges can’t lead us the way,
[02:43.65]why should we fight till the rose doesn’t bloom.
[02:47.52]And how to survive, or die
[02:51.51]is more than a question how karma would show,
[02:55.44]and how it’s gonna end.
[03:00.24]I’m still standing.
[03:03.18]Searching for brightened sky of greatness
[03:04.02]with a desire for the oasis.
[03:22.20]You gave me sacred rays of morrow,
[03:28.44]Lone Star,
[03:37.32]from afar.

作词 : 林昱
作曲 : Z1on/Snowight
Dark yellow grain,
cold barren tone,
scrape off the wind.
A thunderstorm,
or sand duststorm
scar cross the skin.
Don’t lie.
It’s hovering around my mind
when truths unfold.
And life,
is more than just to be alive.
When all our hope is lost,
I still hold on.
Step on the silent field of hardness.
Breathe in the violent feel of sorrow.
Radiate sacred rays of morrow.
Somewhere, Lone
Star,
from afar.
From wannabe,
to never will.
Perhaps, maybe.
From roaring pain,
to cascading wish to stop the rain.
I don’t even know myself anymore.
Did I do the right thing?
Don’t cry,
I know it’s not the way you like.
When hatred and grudges can’t lead us the way,
why should we fight till the rose doesn’t bloom.
And how to survive, or die
is more than a question how karma would show,
and how it’s gonna end.
I’m still standing.
Searching for brightened sky of greatness
with a desire for the oasis.
You gave me sacred rays of morrow,
Lone Star,
from afar.