you're a painting with symbols deep, symphony 你是一幅画的符号深，交响乐

soft as it shifts from dark beneath 柔软的，因为它从暗下转移

a poem that flows, caressing my skin 流，爱抚我的皮肤一首诗

in all of these things you reside and I 在所有这些事情，你居住，我

want you flow from the pen, bow and brush 想你的笔，弓和刷流量

with paper and string, and canvas tight 纸和字符串，帆布紧

with ink in the air, to dust your light? 与墨中的空气，灰尘的光？

from morning to the black of night 从早上到晚上的黑色

   

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this is my call I belong to You 这是我的电话我属于你

this is my call to sing the melodies of You 这是我的电话唱你的旋律

this is my call I can do nothing else 这是我的电话，我可以什么也不做

I can do nothing else 我可以什么也不做

   

you're the scent of an unfound bloom 你的unfound绽放花香

a simple tune 一个简单的调

I only write variations to sooth the mood 我只写变化，以舒缓情绪

a drink that will knock me down to the floor 饮料，将我击倒在地上

a key that will unlock the door 这将打开门一键

where I hear a voice sing familiar themes 在那里我听到一个声音唱熟悉的主题

then beckons me weave notes in between 然后我招手编织音符之间

a tap and a string, a bow and a glass 一个水龙头和一个字符串，弓和玻璃

you pour me till the day has passed.... 你倒我，直到这一天已经过去了....

   

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