This poetic piece tells the story of a painter who embeds his longing, tenderness, and sorrow into art. He doesn't paint a woman—he paints the silence in her lowered gaze. He sees the body as a temple where the gods have vanished, leaving only spiraling lines. He uses gold not for beauty, but to cover unspoken pain. Through symbols of trees, roots, and spirals, he hides himself in his creations. Though he claims not to believe in eternity, he cherishes the brilliance of a fleeting moment. In the end, he kisses her and the world—but no one sees the face he wears when he weeps.

[引子]
欲望不过是　金箔上的尘
落在静夜的身　也无声

[一章]
他画她　不是她
而是她低下头　那一瞬的沉默
他画唇　画手
画无法拒绝的拥抱
画得太慢　以至于吻变成永恒

[副段]
他说　身体是神庙
神明不在
只剩线条在门前旋转

[二章]
他将女人放进图案
把花纹织进呼吸
她们不说话
但眼睛在金光里　浮现月亮的涟漪

[副段]
他画金　不是为了华丽
而是为了遮盖那些
不能说出口的疼

[主歌]
他画树　是爱
画根　是死
画一圈一圈的旋涡
把自己藏进去
他说：
“我不信永恒，但我相信　这一秒很亮。”

他说　身体是神庙
神明不在
只剩线条在门前旋转

[结尾]
他吻过她
也吻过世界
只是没有人
看见他自己哭的脸


English Translation:

[Intro]
Desire is nothing but dust on gold leaf
Falling on the silent night — without a sound

[Verse 1]
He painted her — not her
But the moment she bowed her head — that silence
He painted lips, painted hands
Painted an embrace too irresistible
He painted too slowly — and the kiss became eternal

[Chorus]
He said, “The body is a temple
But the gods are gone
Only lines now spiral at its door.”

[Verse 2]
He placed women into patterns
Wove floral motifs into their breath
They did not speak
But their eyes, in golden light, reflected the ripples of the moon

[Bridge]
He painted gold — not for glamour
But to cover the pain
Too deep to name

[Chorus]
He painted trees — as love
Roots — as death
Circles and spirals —
To bury himself within them
He said:
“I don’t believe in eternity, but I believe this moment shines.”

He said, “The body is a temple
But the gods are gone
Only lines now spiral at its door.”

[Outro]
He kissed her
And he kissed the world
But no one ever saw
The face he made when he cried