你走了以後這裡變得很髒 (Cover | it will be morning again)
A quiet, melancholic piece driven by intimate piano chords and plaintive violin lines, both played with a delicate muted quality. Lightly blurred vocals float over the steady dynamic bed, each expressive phrase tenderly marked, letting the real emotion softly linger.
你走了以後這裡變得很髒 (Cover | it will be morning again)
A quiet, melancholic piece driven by intimate piano chords and plaintive violin lines, both played with a delicate muted quality. Lightly blurred vocals float over the steady dynamic bed, each expressive phrase tenderly marked, letting the real emotion softly linger.
Lyrics
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💙I really love the vibe of ObstinateEP246’s original track — it has this gentle, melancholic feel to it. I rewrote the lyrics and did a remix, and honestly, it turned out pretty good!😍
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original track by ObstinateEP246
Lyrical Creation:© 2025 SmileBear
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"你走了以後這裡變得很髒"
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我把你的牙刷丟了
但還留著你用過的杯子
我說不出為什麼
可能是因為那個杯子比較安靜
昨天的雨下得很慢
像你走的時候
沒說再見
也沒關門
我試著把房間打掃乾淨
但灰塵一直回來
像你留給我的話
我沒聽懂
卻一直記得
這個世界好髒
不是地板
是空氣
是我呼吸的方式
你不在了以後
我連呼吸都不太會了
我很害怕
不是怕黑
是怕你真的不會回來了
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"It got messy here after you left"
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I threw out your toothbrush, but kept the cup you used.
I don’t know why— maybe because the cup stays quiet.
Yesterday’s rain fell slow, like the way you left— no goodbye, no door closed.
I tried cleaning the room, but the dust keeps coming back.
Like the things you said—
I didn’t understand them, but I remember every word.
The world feels dirty.
Not the floors— the air.
The way I breathe.
Since you’ve been gone, even breathing feels unfamiliar.
I’m scared.
Not of the dark— but of you never coming back.
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