Dusty的聲音回盪耳邊 有種說不出來的舒服
難怪這首歌是經典的名歌
音符在空氣中飄揚 就好像
眼中也同時略過了許多泛黃或灰色的影像
就像是 我也在那個時空裡
用留聲機聽著唱片
但更像是
她在我耳邊唱著一切
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly ?
Was it something that I said ?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand ?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Or the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong ?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair ?
這歌詞就跟著音樂的流轉
陳述著時光的流逝
描繪著悵然的顏色
鮮明的 扣人心弦的
讓人ㄧ再的留戀
彷彿ㄧ切是不回頭了
而在歌聲裡 我們可以短暫的停留
但你說現實中
誰還能抓的住什麼
全都從指縫中溜走了
不過 我想我並沒有很清楚它的歌詞意含跟背景
純粹只是描述我對這首曲子的感覺
以下是全曲的歌詞
Round like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending on beginning on an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that’s turning running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly ?
Was it something that I said ?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand ?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Or the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong ?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair ?
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
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