歌词
I'll carry you all along
without, without
knowing your fragile soul
without, without
A dark winter came on a sunny day
And it took away all of your glow and vigor
On the snowy hill by the old water mill
I found your scattered shade out of gold and silver
Where the pictures of the old
A real sample of dark work of gold
Every bit
Every part
Every fragment of this broken heart
（You’re here）
Every bit
（You’re here）
Every part
（You’re here）
Every fragment of this broken heart