✨Lyrics: BlueWhale ✨
✨Music Arrangements: BlueWhale ✨
( All Lyrics and Music Copyright © 2025 BlueWhale)

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🌹English Lyrics Below
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[🎹 Intro – Sparse Piano (4 bars), distant reverb]
[🎻 Violin faintly enters like a whisper]

我害怕的事發生了，
你被黑暗吞噬，
一天又一天。

[🎸 Spanish guitar arpeggios begin, soft percussion (brushes)]

心靈的風景
從彩色變成黑白。
烏鴉築成的黑雲，
再也看不見梵谷的金色田野—
只有你的尖叫，
遮蔽了你的光芒
和你的歌。

[🎸🎻 Lead Instrumental Solo 1 – Spanish guitar with violin counterpoint (8 bars)]

就在我以為我終於明白
應該把你放在心裡哪個位置的時候—
一個名為
「永遠」的地方。

[🎹 Piano plays minor descending chords]

如果今天沒有走進你的咖啡館，
我是否能以平靜的結局完成這首詩？
此刻，迷失在思緒的列車裡，
迷失在你的憤怒與流血的心裡，
我多希望能回到過去。
我多希望我曾保持距離。
我多希望我曾克制狂野的想像。
我多希望從未在情感上如此依賴你。

只有希望。

[🎸🎻 Lead Instrumental Solo 2 – Guitar plays tremolo + Violin long sustain (10 bars)]

你有你的魔力—
在我心中靜靜生長，
拒絕被遺忘。

[🎹 Soft piano echoes like water drops]

我終於明白：
這段時間我以為我已經逃離了你。
事實上，
你仍像時光般累積—
緩慢卻穩定。
你累積著。
你倍增著。

[🎻 Violin rises high, almost breaking, like a sob]

我未曾察覺你能以這種不同的方式存在，
直到有一天滿溢到極限，
我不得不把你從心中傾瀉出來。
它成為詩，
黑暗而憂鬱的河流流經我身體，
帶著光的倒影。
我祈禱。

[🎸🎻 Lead Instrumental Solo 3 – Spanish guitar melody reprises, violin shadow harmonies (12 bars)]

就像在土撥鼠之日裡，
它一再重演。
寂靜的痛楚寫入無數隱喻，
寂靜的痛楚以所有角度與透視被描繪，
然而，
總有另一首詩。
總有
另一首歌。

[🎹 Outro – Solo Piano + fading violin harmonics]
[🎸 Single Spanish guitar chord closes softly]

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English Lyrics

Things I am afraid happened
You are consumed by darkness,
day by day.
The landscape of your mind changed
from color to black and white.
Dark clouds made of crows,
no view of Van Gogh’s golden field—
only your scream,
overshadowing your light
and your songs.

Just at the time I thought I finally knew
where to place you inside my heart—
a place called
Forever.

If I didn’t go to your café today,
would I be able to finish this poem with a peaceful ending?
Now, lost in the train of thought,
lost in your anger and bleeding heart,
I wish I could turn back time.
I wish I had kept my distance.
I wish I had limited my wild imagination.
I wish I had never relied so much on you emotionally.

Only I wish.

You have your magic—
growing quietly in my heart,
refusing to be forgotten.

I finally realized:
all this time I thought I had gotten away from you.
In fact,
you still accumulate like passing time—
slow but steady.
You accumulate.
You multiply.

I was not aware you existed in this different way
until one day it was so full
I had to empty you from my heart.
It became poems,
dark, melancholy rivers flowing through me,
with reflections of light.
I pray.

As if in Groundhog Day,
it repeated again and again.
The quiet ache was written in many metaphors.
The quiet ache was painted from all angles and perspectives.
Yet,
there is always another poem.
There is always another song.