The mark歌詞

The dark moonlight is too deliberate
Obviously trying to illuminate you
The dim light is too cold
Trapped in an unforgivable situation
The tired picture climbed up the wrist of memory
In a pulse that never stops
You are the loneliest freehand brushwork
No cold no resentment no love
Dust dream in the palm of my hand
Walk in the leaves that have not been corrupted
You are a cloud submerged in the sea of people
In the reason that has not dispersed
You are the strangest parting
No reading no itching no silence
Tears in the hair
Want to turn into a wisp of silence and fly to you
Stagger the world but still can't meet you
Stay here neither see nor abandon