[00:00.000] 作词 : FRIDAY
[00:01.000] 作曲 : FRIDAY
[00:02.000] 编曲 : FRIDAY
[01:01.093]During the whole of a dull, dark soundless day
[01:05.355]In the autumn of that year
[01:07.863]When the clouds hung oppressively low in heaven
[01:12.375]I had been passing alone on the horse's back
[01:16.137]Through the singularly, dreary tract in the country
[01:20.150]And at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on
[01:24.664]Within the view of melancholy House of Usher
[01:28.676]I know not how it was
[01:32.188]But with the first glimpse of the building
[01:34.948]A sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit
[01:39.964]I looked upon the scene before me the simple landscape features of the domain
[01:43.725]Upon the bleak walls, upon the white trunks of decayed trees
[01:49.746]With the utter depression souls
[01:53.508]There was an iciness
[01:58.274]A sinking
[02:02.387]A sickening of the heart
[02:04.142]
[05:29.844]I can't beat it.
[05:32.352]I'm sorry.

作词 : FRIDAY
作曲 : FRIDAY
编曲 : FRIDAY
During the whole of a dull, dark soundless day
In the autumn of that year
When the clouds hung oppressively low in heaven
I had been passing alone on the horse's back
Through the singularly, dreary tract in the country
And at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on
Within the view of melancholy House of Usher
I know not how it was
But with the first glimpse of the building
A sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit
I looked upon the scene before me the simple landscape features of the domain
Upon the bleak walls, upon the white trunks of decayed trees
With the utter depression souls
There was an iciness
A sinking
A sickening of the heart
I can't beat it.
I'm sorry.