This is a song so tender it’s terrifying, and so eerie it’s almost romantic. 🎭💀 When the world calls you insane, are you sure the world is right? 🤔 When the one you love—cold, silent, and perhaps no longer… alive—is still beside you, would you really leave them behind? 🖤✨ There’s a chilling stillness in this song, whispering to you—you’re not alone, at least those frozen fingers are still laced with yours. 🤲💀 What if they are the delusional ones? What if you are the only one who truly understands? 🎶 Are you brave enough to listen till the very last line? Be careful—someone might just whisper in your ear: "I’ve been here all along…" 😏🕯️

Lyrics:

冷冷的爱人静静地坐

嘴角残留半朵枯花

风吹蜡烛影子拉长

摇椅轻晃像低声回答

时钟敲响夜半三更

红茶变冷眼神无声

你沉默像是一种安慰

可为何你的手指冰冷

啊 你唇如冰

你眼空洞

可你依然在这！

他们说疯 他们说罪

可他们又比我清醒 (Distorted whisper…)

夜灯微微

蜡烛烧尽灰

温柔变作哀悼碑

双手交握

指尖僵如泪

可我依守在你周围

啊 你唇如冰

你眼空洞

可你依然在这！

他们说疯 他们说罪

可他们又比我清醒

至少，我还在你身边……

English Translation:

My cold, cold lover sits silently,

A withered flower lingers on your lips.

The candle flickers, stretching your shadow,

The rocking chair sways, whispering softly.

The clock strikes midnight,

The red tea grows cold, your gaze is speechless.

Your silence feels like comfort,

But why are your fingers so icy?

Ah, your lips are ice,

Your eyes are hollow,

Yet you are still here!

They call it madness, they call it sin,

But are they truly more awake than me?

The nightlight glows faintly,

The candle burns to ash.

Tenderness now carved into a mourning stone.

Fingers intertwined,

Stiff and frozen like tears,

Yet I remain by your side.

Ah, your lips are ice,

Your eyes are hollow,

Yet you are still here!

They call it madness, they call it sin,

But are they truly more awake than me?

At least, I’m still by your side…