夜半放歌词

Hello Scotland :

City streets, late spring,
Where smoke covers everything.
That's where we push our eyes,
In front of ourselves.

For being true, for being hurt.

City streets in late spring,
Where smoke covers everyone and everything.
Heavy winds won't bother us,
It won't break no trees, it won't break no bones.

Final Touch / Hidden Agenda


stay around and see my door
say something and let you through
and do something... and let you through
say something and let you through
and do something... and let you through

say something and close the door
break the silence of room
hold your breath, let you through
just for a moment, this is our shelter...

Tomorrow my friend

This is the last time I hold your precious body
where days are passing by and swelling us each moment to hold
I'll miss your lips... your smile, the glimpse in your eyes
And your greatness
I hate to feel this way, but all good things must come to an end
This is ours
From now on,there is no tomorrow ,my friend..
How could I know, how should I feel
I'm misled by words never spoken...
How could I know, how should I feel
I'm misled by your smile never shown..

半年之后重新听起ef，感慨感慨。。