| 語言 Language: | 英文 English | |
| 類別 Category: | 原創歌曲 Original | |
| 歌詞 Lyrics: |
I can see it in his clear blue eyes all the glittering times the laughters and cheers that we’ve shared the love in the air It’s not until I met him that I’ve found the meaning of life It used to be on our side, the Sun under which we’d wildly run But he’ll have to leave me soon stranded, waited; breathless, and lifeless It’s a choice between you and my future. So we’ll go on our ways off to our colleges you just cannot contain what ages finally We just have to return our love We’ll grow out of this love I hate that my Disney shirt won’t fit no more loathe that my Pooh spoon is too small to hold in my hand anymore, and just like this we’ll grow out of love any day now… There’s no use cheating destiny, I know The passion fruit ripens but once In seconds sets the golden sun Long gone are the days of yore Forever and ever more Tell me now: can one be too mature? Cuz’ it doesn’t seem to me that I’m yours anymore Is this what partings feel like? And missings hurt like? Looks like our love fails the test of time Sigh, as you silently walk by We’ve grown out of this love I don’t need no paper clothes don’t need no tissue box Let time dry my weeps, my lips, and all my silly wishes Stay out of my way And grow out of this love Woah oh woah~ They say ‘eighteen tastes just like endless youth’ I say ‘but the youngest you’ll ever be’ I’m not afraid when the rain won’t stop coz I’ve got a stomach full of the lushest of emptiness Out of this love So I look to the future Hope there’s something better He’ll have brand new cliques at his Uni I’ll be fine on my own (totally) Cuz I’ll have grown out of this love. Miraculous music Romantically tragic Played in the notes of life and blues As if an age-old prophecy One that came true before you What is my lot like? growing up feels like? The cunning, twisting thread of Moirai I’ll never fall in love again, Not as the fall’s looming near Oh, I hope you won’t change too much to forget who you were anymore, and I hope I won’t grow too mature to forget how we once had this love Maybe all things love are finite, And we’ll outgrow this love. Out of this love… Can you see it in the parting doves All while we fall out of this love? | |