作词 : 菘菘历险记
作曲 : 菘菘历险记
编曲 : 菘菘历险记
One small mote is floating in the wind,
clinging to fragrance in the flower sea.
Resting on the nose,
drowned in the tear,
it's laden by sadness;
It takes a shoe ride,
wondering on the streets,
bathed in the sunshine.
Blown up and flicked off；
breathed into and exhaled;
No meaning;
no matter where to float；
nothing in mind.
It has kept looking around in the darkness for a time;
sometimes it glitters with the diamonds.
Life of a mote in such a world is just like this.
作词 : 菘菘历险记
作曲 : 菘菘历险记
编曲 : 菘菘历险记
One small mote is floating in the wind,
clinging to fragrance in the flower sea.
Resting on the nose,
drowned in the tear,
it's laden by sadness;
It takes a shoe ride,
wondering on the streets,
bathed in the sunshine.
Blown up and flicked off；
breathed into and exhaled;
No meaning;
no matter where to float；
nothing in mind.
It has kept looking around in the darkness for a time;
sometimes it glitters with the diamonds.
Life of a mote in such a world is just like this.