水之证

风格：流行,钢琴,大提琴,闪耀,黑暗 [Adagio] [Tragic] [Piano] [Intro] [Verse 1] The haze weighs heavy on the sky, A dark sun hangs amid howling storms, Beasts trample and crack the soil, demons pass through, Scarlet blood soaks scorched mud. An infant’s cry fades, hidden in wild winds, Dream-blooms, bloom on lifeless ground, A single tear, falls silently down. [Verse 2] Wilderness stretches desolate, beastly force invades, Vivid flesh and form, slowly fading, Springs surging within the frame, once vitality, Turn to tears, turn to ripples of crimson blood. Water hides in the flesh, sustaining every breath, Once calamity arrives, all bursts forth in death. [Chorus] Cold fog sweeps far, beastly shadows dart around, Withered flowers fall, weeping their voices fall silent, When did the pulse of living things start to fade? A flustered doubt, cannot bear to touch the bloody ravine. Cold fog sweeps far, beastly shadows dart around, Withered flowers fall, weeping their voices fall silent, When did the pulse of living things start to fade? A flustered doubt, cannot bear to touch the bloody ravine. [Verse 3] Dream-blooms rise amid blood pools, then fade at once, An infant’s tears stream mixed with crimson streams Beasts keep plundering, crushing mortal sparks, Bright living beings, broken without remorse. Each drop of body fluid is a river of life, Silently drying up beneath the strife. [Chorus] Dark haze lingers, shrouding land and peaks, Beneath the numbers lies a mournful tale it keeps, When did the pulse of living things start to fade? Drop by drop of blood and tears, shaping the answer’s outline deep. Barren earth is mute, withered spirits wander far, Dream’s faded blooms fall, accompanied by tears, scarred, When did the pulse of living things start to fade? All the warmth once held within, becomes a river in the dust marred. [Bridge] Dream-blooms rise amid blood pools, then fade at once, An infant’s tears stream mixed with crimson streams Beasts keep plundering, crushing mortal sparks, Bright living beings, broken without remorse. Each drop of body fluid is a river of life, Silently drying up beneath the strife. [Chorus] Above the ravaged soil, flower roots still persevere, Scalding tears shall never disappear, When did the pulse of living things start to fade? Water is life; forget not the plunderers’ evil near. The dark sun fades at last, the storm is etched clear, A thousand souls whisper, warning those who appear, When did the pulse of living things start to fade? Flesh and blood bear witness; remember the ancient fear. [Outro]