歌词
The texture of the soul is a liquid
灵魂之纹
That casts a vermillion flood.
宛若撒播砂洪之汁，
From a wound carved as an oath;
源于誓言般镌刻的伤痕，
It fills the river bank a sanguine fog.
浸于血雾，湮没河堤。
These arms were meant to be lost!
行将遗落之臂，
Hacked, severed and forgotten.
被残侵，被割裂，被遗忘。
The texture of time is a whisper
时光之纹
That echoes across the flood.
宛若回唤洪潮之语，
Its hymn resonates from tree to tree,
圣诗萦绕于林地，
Through every sullen bough it sings.
穿越沉吟的郁枝。
These boughs were said to be lost!
行将遗落之枝，
Torn, unearthed and broken.
被撕碎，被启掘，被毁弃。
Fear.
Earth to flesh, flesh to wood,
尘世坠于躯体，躯体坠于林地，
Cast these limbs into the water.
肢翼弃于水；
Flesh to wood, wood to stone,
躯体坠于林地，林地坠于孤石，
Cast this stone into the water.
孤石弃于水。
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