[00:00.00] 作词 : Storytellers/Ocelot豹猫
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Storytellers/Ocelot豹猫
[00:02.00] 编曲 : Storytellers/Ocelot豹猫
[01:52.38]Pale petals crystallize in midnight breath
[01:53.28]Your silhouette dissolves through frosted glass
[02:00.00]I carve confessions on frozen lakes
[02:00.78]Where our shadows drown in mercury floods
[02:06.12]Jasmine! Ivory thorns through atrophied veins
[02:06.99]Your wilted perfume suffocates this shrine
[02:15.00]We built cathedrals of unsent letters
[05:31.35]Now collapsing under unspoken vows
[05:32.13]A symphony of silenced phone calls
[05:32.85]Echoes in cathedral of broken bones
[05:38.67]I wear our last December as hairshirt
[05:39.48]Scouring flesh with hoarfrost and gasoline
[05:40.44]These hands that never learned to hold
[05:41.22]Now clutch photographs bleeding cyanide
[05:42.03]The autopsy reveals —
[05:42.48]Rotting wings where words should have grown
[05:45.54]Jasmine! Graveyard nectar in rusted lungs
[05:46.50]Your ghost blooms blacker each equinox
[05:47.37]I nail "what ifs" to bleeding birches
[05:48.18]While crows chant the liturgy we never sang
[06:39.33]The telephone wire hums
[06:39.81]A dead frequency...
[06:40.20](whispered)
[06:40.41]"I carved 'forever'
[06:45.42]in snowfall
[06:45.66]that melted
[06:45.93]before dawn"

作词 : Storytellers/Ocelot豹猫
作曲 : Storytellers/Ocelot豹猫
编曲 : Storytellers/Ocelot豹猫
Pale petals crystallize in midnight breath
Your silhouette dissolves through frosted glass
I carve confessions on frozen lakes
Where our shadows drown in mercury floods
Jasmine! Ivory thorns through atrophied veins
Your wilted perfume suffocates this shrine
We built cathedrals of unsent letters
Now collapsing under unspoken vows
A symphony of silenced phone calls
Echoes in cathedral of broken bones
I wear our last December as hairshirt
Scouring flesh with hoarfrost and gasoline
These hands that never learned to hold
Now clutch photographs bleeding cyanide
The autopsy reveals —
Rotting wings where words should have grown
Jasmine! Graveyard nectar in rusted lungs
Your ghost blooms blacker each equinox
I nail "what ifs" to bleeding birches
While crows chant the liturgy we never sang
The telephone wire hums
A dead frequency...
(whispered)
"I carved 'forever'
in snowfall
that melted
before dawn"