[00:00.000] 作词 : Frankie李怡凯
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Frankie李怡凯
[00:02.000] 编曲 : SABADOCITYBOY/Frankie李怡凯
[00:23.430]In the valley where the old trees weep,
[00:27.980]Lay stories buried, too cold to keep.
[00:32.670]The baker’s hands, cracked and worn,
[00:36.860]His bread once warm, now met with scorn.
[00:41.950]"Why knead the dough when machines rise faster?"
[00:46.420]They scoff and turn, blind to his laughter.
[00:50.530]Yeah
[00:54.820]
[00:55.020]They never known how much to appreciate
[01:00.320]Oh, the unseen hearts, the silent hands
[01:09.020]It's fading like footprints（It's fading like footprints）
[01:13.730]in shifting sands
[01:18.350]What’s lost in haste, we’ll never regain
[01:26.340]
[01:46.540]In the valley where the old trees weep,
[01:50.950]Lay stories buried, too cold to keep.
[01:55.670]The baker’s hands, cracked and worn,
[02:00.260]His bread once warm, now met with scorn.
[02:04.990]"Why knead the dough when machines rise faster?"
[02:09.490]They scoff and turn, blind to his laughter.
[02:13.600]Yeah
[02:16.320]
[02:18.190]They never known how much to appreciate
[02:23.460]Oh, the unseen hearts, the silent hands
[02:32.120]It's fading like footprints（It's fading like footprints）
[02:36.800]in shifting sands
[02:41.380]What’s lost in haste, we’ll never regain—
[02:51.100]Oh we’ll never regain
[02:55.050]oh no
[02:56.520]we’ll never regain
[03:00.300]oh yeah
[03:02.140]we’ll never regain
[03:04.340]we’ll never regain
[03:09.230]we’ll never regain
[03:12.720]we’ll never regain

作词 : Frankie李怡凯
作曲 : Frankie李怡凯
编曲 : SABADOCITYBOY/Frankie李怡凯
In the valley where the old trees weep,
Lay stories buried, too cold to keep.
The baker’s hands, cracked and worn,
His bread once warm, now met with scorn.
"Why knead the dough when machines rise faster?"
They scoff and turn, blind to his laughter.
Yeah
They never known how much to appreciate
Oh, the unseen hearts, the silent hands
It's fading like footprints（It's fading like footprints）
in shifting sands
What’s lost in haste, we’ll never regain
In the valley where the old trees weep,
Lay stories buried, too cold to keep.
The baker’s hands, cracked and worn,
His bread once warm, now met with scorn.
"Why knead the dough when machines rise faster?"
They scoff and turn, blind to his laughter.
Yeah
They never known how much to appreciate
Oh, the unseen hearts, the silent hands
It's fading like footprints（It's fading like footprints）
in shifting sands
What’s lost in haste, we’ll never regain—
Oh we’ll never regain
oh no
we’ll never regain
oh yeah
we’ll never regain
we’ll never regain
we’ll never regain
we’ll never regain