作词 : 池下 薫
作曲 : 池下 薫
Notes lined up clean across the page,
But no sound comes out—just a fading trace.
Even when the wind brushes on the strings,
Silence is the only thing still talkin’ to me.
I don’t blame the reason it won’t play,
That quiet pulls me toward a different way.
I lean in close to the tones I can’t hear,
Lost voices sketchin’ out a map so clear.
Deep in the shadow where something shakes,
Unheard vibes rise up and make me wake.
My footsteps alone become the rhythm,
In a dark room turnin’ into my prism.
Chasin’ after tones I can’t reach yet,
While moonlight holds me in a gentle net.
A silent wish stirs softly in my chest—
Lost melody, yeah, but I’m fine with that.
The wind’s harp still sways tonight,
Waiting on the moon though no sound rings out.
A silence deeper than every word
Echoes softly in the heart inside me.
This quiet feels like a gift wrapped tight,
Inside the no-rush space I find the light.
Unheard phrases guide me through,
Even shadows hide a spark of truth.
A twitch of a beat in the deepest part,
A soundless sound rewires my heart.
The later moon with its pale shine
Turns hidden pain from sharp to fine.
Count what’s missing? Nah—no use,
The empty spaces make me fearless, too.
After-moon stains the air in faint blue,
Unfinished, imperfect—still good, still true.
No answer needed from the start of it,
Just that “still I rise” kind of wind.
The warmth of a sound I cannot touch,
A vanished phrase still leading me on.
Softer now than it was that day,
The later moon lights up my shadow.
A beat with no sound keeps knocking my soul,
Empty yet full—yeah, that paradox hold.
Broken strings taught me what grace can be,
Quiet but strong, a truth I keep.
Dreams knock even when I’m not called,
Rocking the silent door so gentle, so small.
An outline rises in the wordless night,
Fading at the edges but somehow bright.
A dormant fire buried deep inside,
Acting asleep but ready to fight.
Voices that vanished into the dark
Left echoes that still push me to spark.
Even the quiet shifts into rhythm—
I walk the night with an unseen cadence.
Fragments of wishes that never found voice,
Carried by the wind into swaying rhythm…
And even if they never reach the sky,
Their quiet glow still leads me on.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
作词 : 池下 薫
作曲 : 池下 薫
Notes lined up clean across the page,
But no sound comes out—just a fading trace.
Even when the wind brushes on the strings,
Silence is the only thing still talkin’ to me.
I don’t blame the reason it won’t play,
That quiet pulls me toward a different way.
I lean in close to the tones I can’t hear,
Lost voices sketchin’ out a map so clear.
Deep in the shadow where something shakes,
Unheard vibes rise up and make me wake.
My footsteps alone become the rhythm,
In a dark room turnin’ into my prism.
Chasin’ after tones I can’t reach yet,
While moonlight holds me in a gentle net.
A silent wish stirs softly in my chest—
Lost melody, yeah, but I’m fine with that.
The wind’s harp still sways tonight,
Waiting on the moon though no sound rings out.
A silence deeper than every word
Echoes softly in the heart inside me.
This quiet feels like a gift wrapped tight,
Inside the no-rush space I find the light.
Unheard phrases guide me through,
Even shadows hide a spark of truth.
A twitch of a beat in the deepest part,
A soundless sound rewires my heart.
The later moon with its pale shine
Turns hidden pain from sharp to fine.
Count what’s missing? Nah—no use,
The empty spaces make me fearless, too.
After-moon stains the air in faint blue,
Unfinished, imperfect—still good, still true.
No answer needed from the start of it,
Just that “still I rise” kind of wind.
The warmth of a sound I cannot touch,
A vanished phrase still leading me on.
Softer now than it was that day,
The later moon lights up my shadow.
A beat with no sound keeps knocking my soul,
Empty yet full—yeah, that paradox hold.
Broken strings taught me what grace can be,
Quiet but strong, a truth I keep.
Dreams knock even when I’m not called,
Rocking the silent door so gentle, so small.
An outline rises in the wordless night,
Fading at the edges but somehow bright.
A dormant fire buried deep inside,
Acting asleep but ready to fight.
Voices that vanished into the dark
Left echoes that still push me to spark.
Even the quiet shifts into rhythm—
I walk the night with an unseen cadence.
Fragments of wishes that never found voice,
Carried by the wind into swaying rhythm…
And even if they never reach the sky,
Their quiet glow still leads me on.
📝
纯歌词版本
作词 : 池下 薫
作曲 : 池下 薫
Notes lined up clean across the page,
But no sound comes out—just a fading trace.
Even when the wind brushes on the strings,
Silence is the only thing still talkin’ to me.
I don’t blame the reason it won’t play,
That quiet pulls me toward a different way.
I lean in close to the tones I can’t hear,
Lost voices sketchin’ out a map so clear.
Deep in the shadow where something shakes,
Unheard vibes rise up and make me wake.
My footsteps alone become the rhythm,
In a dark room turnin’ into my prism.
Chasin’ after tones I can’t reach yet,
While moonlight holds me in a gentle net.
A silent wish stirs softly in my chest—
Lost melody, yeah, but I’m fine with that.
The wind’s harp still sways tonight,
Waiting on the moon though no sound rings out.
A silence deeper than every word
Echoes softly in the heart inside me.
This quiet feels like a gift wrapped tight,
Inside the no-rush space I find the light.
Unheard phrases guide me through,
Even shadows hide a spark of truth.
A twitch of a beat in the deepest part,
A soundless sound rewires my heart.
The later moon with its pale shine
Turns hidden pain from sharp to fine.
Count what’s missing? Nah—no use,
The empty spaces make me fearless, too.
After-moon stains the air in faint blue,
Unfinished, imperfect—still good, still true.
No answer needed from the start of it,
Just that “still I rise” kind of wind.
The warmth of a sound I cannot touch,
A vanished phrase still leading me on.
Softer now than it was that day,
The later moon lights up my shadow.
A beat with no sound keeps knocking my soul,
Empty yet full—yeah, that paradox hold.
Broken strings taught me what grace can be,
Quiet but strong, a truth I keep.
Dreams knock even when I’m not called,
Rocking the silent door so gentle, so small.
An outline rises in the wordless night,
Fading at the edges but somehow bright.
A dormant fire buried deep inside,
Acting asleep but ready to fight.
Voices that vanished into the dark
Left echoes that still push me to spark.
Even the quiet shifts into rhythm—
I walk the night with an unseen cadence.
Fragments of wishes that never found voice,
Carried by the wind into swaying rhythm…
And even if they never reach the sky,
Their quiet glow still leads me on.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
作词 : 池下 薫
作曲 : 池下 薫
Notes lined up clean across the page,
But no sound comes out—just a fading trace.
Even when the wind brushes on the strings,
Silence is the only thing still talkin’ to me.
I don’t blame the reason it won’t play,
That quiet pulls me toward a different way.
I lean in close to the tones I can’t hear,
Lost voices sketchin’ out a map so clear.
Deep in the shadow where something shakes,
Unheard vibes rise up and make me wake.
My footsteps alone become the rhythm,
In a dark room turnin’ into my prism.
Chasin’ after tones I can’t reach yet,
While moonlight holds me in a gentle net.
A silent wish stirs softly in my chest—
Lost melody, yeah, but I’m fine with that.
The wind’s harp still sways tonight,
Waiting on the moon though no sound rings out.
A silence deeper than every word
Echoes softly in the heart inside me.
This quiet feels like a gift wrapped tight,
Inside the no-rush space I find the light.
Unheard phrases guide me through,
Even shadows hide a spark of truth.
A twitch of a beat in the deepest part,
A soundless sound rewires my heart.
The later moon with its pale shine
Turns hidden pain from sharp to fine.
Count what’s missing? Nah—no use,
The empty spaces make me fearless, too.
After-moon stains the air in faint blue,
Unfinished, imperfect—still good, still true.
No answer needed from the start of it,
Just that “still I rise” kind of wind.
The warmth of a sound I cannot touch,
A vanished phrase still leading me on.
Softer now than it was that day,
The later moon lights up my shadow.
A beat with no sound keeps knocking my soul,
Empty yet full—yeah, that paradox hold.
Broken strings taught me what grace can be,
Quiet but strong, a truth I keep.
Dreams knock even when I’m not called,
Rocking the silent door so gentle, so small.
An outline rises in the wordless night,
Fading at the edges but somehow bright.
A dormant fire buried deep inside,
Acting asleep but ready to fight.
Voices that vanished into the dark
Left echoes that still push me to spark.
Even the quiet shifts into rhythm—
I walk the night with an unseen cadence.
Fragments of wishes that never found voice,
Carried by the wind into swaying rhythm…
And even if they never reach the sky,
Their quiet glow still leads me on.