阿曼达的光学秀

作曲 : 刘嘉颖_JOJO
 作词 : 吴姝霆/王祈然
 编曲 : 刘嘉颖_JOJO
 混音 : 吴澎
 配唱制作人 : 吴姝霆
 制作人 : 吴姝霆/刘嘉颖_JOJO
我漫步破败座席间，柔和的幕帘上映出金色的田野
此地并没有观众，只有黑猫静静注视
展览厅虽已然死寂，仍把一幅温暖的映射投向了我
我听见往昔在讲述，有人在田野里劳作，白昼交替
我伫立在废墟中，凝望那片暗中微光
冰冷的铁栏紧紧合拢，残屋与空洞眼眶互相凝视
绞索倾斜着空气，感觉古怪而陌生
我感到重力错乱，书渗出冰冷故事
我缓慢行过死寂的家园，残壁默守，光影轻柔
眼睛注视撕裂故事坠落，诡异之力，尘迹扭曲
灰色的寂静如潮水涌动，幻灯机倾泻出那明亮的田野
我走进光影中，万寿菊为我开
柔风轻轻佛起，天空方向吹去
我呼吸着宁静
一个声音诉说花开时光
归属终于来到

[00:00.00] 作曲 : 刘嘉颖_JOJO
[00:00.75] 作词 : 吴姝霆/王祈然
[00:01.50] 编曲 : 刘嘉颖_JOJO
[00:02.25] 混音 : 吴澎
[00:03.00] 配唱制作人 : 吴姝霆
[00:03.75] 制作人 : 吴姝霆/刘嘉颖_JOJO
[00:04.51]我漫步破败座席间，柔和的幕帘上映出金色的田野
[00:13.46]此地并没有观众，只有黑猫静静注视
[00:18.07]展览厅虽已然死寂，仍把一幅温暖的映射投向了我
[00:27.46]我听见往昔在讲述，有人在田野里劳作，白昼交替
[00:36.82]我伫立在废墟中，凝望那片暗中微光
[00:43.66]冰冷的铁栏紧紧合拢，残屋与空洞眼眶互相凝视
[00:52.74]绞索倾斜着空气，感觉古怪而陌生
[00:57.45]我感到重力错乱，书渗出冰冷故事
[01:06.75]我缓慢行过死寂的家园，残壁默守，光影轻柔
[01:18.43]眼睛注视撕裂故事坠落，诡异之力，尘迹扭曲
[01:26.93]灰色的寂静如潮水涌动，幻灯机倾泻出那明亮的田野
[01:36.04]我走进光影中，万寿菊为我开
[01:45.87]柔风轻轻佛起，天空方向吹去
[01:49.58]我呼吸着宁静
[01:54.94]一个声音诉说花开时光
[01:58.88]归属终于来到

I walk the wrecked rows, soft drape paints full of gold fields,
no eyes watch here but black cat.
The theater seems dead, still throws a warm scene to me.
Old times I give my ear, in the fields hands once toiled, of dawns and dusk.
I stand still in the pit and watch the light.
Cold bars close in tight. House bones and cracked eyes stare back.
Ropes tilt the air wacky slack.
I feel weight shift. Books bleed cold tales in tide.
I pass dead homes slow. Walls hold guard, soft on light.
Eyes watch torn tales fall. Strange low pull bends dust and track.
Grey dim hush moves like tide on stage. Lens floods a bright field in act.
I step through the light. Marigold now thrives for me.
Soft winds wave to the sky.
I respire.
A voice recalls bloom time.
Home inside

[00:04.51]I walk the wrecked rows, soft drape paints full of gold fields,
[00:13.46]no eyes watch here but black cat.
[00:18.07]The theater seems dead, still throws a warm scene to me.
[00:27.46]Old times I give my ear, in the fields hands once toiled, of dawns and dusk.
[00:36.82]I stand still in the pit and watch the light.
[00:43.66]Cold bars close in tight. House bones and cracked eyes stare back.
[00:52.74]Ropes tilt the air wacky slack.
[00:57.45]I feel weight shift. Books bleed cold tales in tide.
[01:06.75]I pass dead homes slow. Walls hold guard, soft on light.
[01:18.43]Eyes watch torn tales fall. Strange low pull bends dust and track.
[01:26.93]Grey dim hush moves like tide on stage. Lens floods a bright field in act.
[01:36.04]I step through the light. Marigold now thrives for me.
[01:45.87]Soft winds wave to the sky.
[01:49.58]I respire.
[01:54.94]A voice recalls bloom time.
[01:58.88]Home inside