时间折痕 (Cover | The Monster Under Your Bed )
Crisp digital drums and deep dub bass anchor the track, layered with jagged synth stabs and pulsing sub frequencies. Uneven bursts of SPRING REVERB CRASH punctuate transitions, while gang vocals echo through heavy reverb and delay. A filtered “old radio” sample crackles throughout, adding lo-fi texture beneath swirling, spatial FX for a futuristic Jamaican Dub feel.
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时间折痕 (Cover | The Monster Under Your Bed )
Crisp digital drums and deep dub bass anchor the track, layered with jagged synth stabs and pulsing sub frequencies. Uneven bursts of SPRING REVERB CRASH punctuate transitions, while gang vocals echo through heavy reverb and delay. A filtered “old radio” sample crackles throughout, adding lo-fi texture beneath swirling, spatial FX for a futuristic Jamaican Dub feel.
Creator: CuriousFOXRelease Date: October 16, 2025
Lyrics
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🎧Huge thanks to DNormous for his beautifully crafted original composition.
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🎧Original artist: DNormous
🎧Lyrics: Whisperform (CuriousFOX )
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"时间折痕"
昨日在咖啡杯里溺毙，
墙角的钟，从不关心世界是否偏离。
影子用左手写诗，右手删除，
时间是多余的行李，一路掉落。
如果街道没有终点，
如果名字只是拼凑的音节，
我们还会不会在彼此的句点里，
寻找无意义的问号？
所有对白都折叠， 变成时间的折痕，
风翻阅过后，便不再读懂。
你说故事该有结局，
但我们的句子，从未完结。
笔记本的纸张有折痕，
像是一次次被岁月折过的天空。
我们在路灯下谈论未来，
却被雨水悄悄冲刷。
某天，句号遗失，
我们才懂得停顿的重量。
而梦仍然挂在暧昧的边界，
等待被打开，
被打散，
被遗忘。
所以别问时间去哪里，
它只是折起来， 藏在你的眼睛里。
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"Creases in Time"
Yesterday drowned in a coffee cup.
The clock in the corner never cared if the world slipped off course.
Shadows write poems with their left hand, erase them with the right—
Time, an extra suitcase, spilling as we go.
If streets had no end,
If names were just stitched-together sounds,
Would we still search for meaningless question marks
In each other’s final punctuation?
All our dialogues fold into creases of time.
The wind flips through them, unreadable now.
You said every story needs an ending—
But our sentences never learned to stop.
Notebook pages bear the folds,
Like skies bent again and again by passing years.
We spoke of the future under streetlights,
While the rain quietly washed us away.
One day, the period went missing.
Only then did we feel the weight of a pause.
And dreams still hang on the edge of maybe,
Waiting to be opened,
To be scattered,
To be forgotten.
So don’t ask where time has gone—
It’s only been folded,
Tucked away in your eyes.
👉https://open.spotify.com/artist/6pIpjMnBr9UUcuRkTP8ISm
👉https://youtube.com/@whisperform2
.......................................................................................................................
🎧Huge thanks to DNormous for his beautifully crafted original composition.
......................................................................................................................
🎧Original artist: DNormous
🎧Lyrics: Whisperform (CuriousFOX )
........................................................................................................................
"时间折痕"
昨日在咖啡杯里溺毙，
墙角的钟，从不关心世界是否偏离。
影子用左手写诗，右手删除，
时间是多余的行李，一路掉落。
如果街道没有终点，
如果名字只是拼凑的音节，
我们还会不会在彼此的句点里，
寻找无意义的问号？
所有对白都折叠， 变成时间的折痕，
风翻阅过后，便不再读懂。
你说故事该有结局，
但我们的句子，从未完结。
笔记本的纸张有折痕，
像是一次次被岁月折过的天空。
我们在路灯下谈论未来，
却被雨水悄悄冲刷。
某天，句号遗失，
我们才懂得停顿的重量。
而梦仍然挂在暧昧的边界，
等待被打开，
被打散，
被遗忘。
所以别问时间去哪里，
它只是折起来， 藏在你的眼睛里。
........................................................................................................................
"Creases in Time"
Yesterday drowned in a coffee cup.
The clock in the corner never cared if the world slipped off course.
Shadows write poems with their left hand, erase them with the right—
Time, an extra suitcase, spilling as we go.
If streets had no end,
If names were just stitched-together sounds,
Would we still search for meaningless question marks
In each other’s final punctuation?
All our dialogues fold into creases of time.
The wind flips through them, unreadable now.
You said every story needs an ending—
But our sentences never learned to stop.
Notebook pages bear the folds,
Like skies bent again and again by passing years.
We spoke of the future under streetlights,
While the rain quietly washed us away.
One day, the period went missing.
Only then did we feel the weight of a pause.
And dreams still hang on the edge of maybe,
Waiting to be opened,
To be scattered,
To be forgotten.
So don’t ask where time has gone—
It’s only been folded,
Tucked away in your eyes.