Echoes of Meaning - 橡皮的皮卡.lrc

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[00:00.570]In a world where meanings intertwine,
[00:06.300]Each word a story, each line a sign.
[00:17.400]She held an instrument, not just to play,
[00:23.400]But a tool to measure the light of day.
[00:28.950]An implement of precision, delicate and fine,
[00:35.190]A means to express the thoughts in her mind.
[00:40.500]Through the record of time, memories stay,
[00:43.800]A documented path, a disc that plays.
[00:46.620]She recorded her hopes, her silent screams,
[00:49.650]Setting a record in the realm of dreams.
[00:54.660]Repeat the moments, the highs and lows,
[01:00.450]Recite the verses only she knows.
[01:06.180]History tends to repeat its course,
[01:11.850]A cycle of love, pain, and remorse.
[01:17.730]To eliminate doubts that cloud the soul,
[01:23.400]To remove barriers, to become whole.
[01:28.470]She faced challenges, some she eliminated,
[01:34.440]Others remained, memories unabated.
[01:39.810]She chose to download the stars above,
[01:45.360]Transferred dreams, messages of love.
[01:48.450]In her heart, she downloaded peace,
[01:58.080]A moment where all worries cease.
[02:03.120]She opened a file, stories untold,
[02:09.660]Archived emotions, both young and old.
[02:15.150]In a line, memories began to file,
[02:17.130]Marching forward, mile by mile.
[02:20.610]The machine of life, relentless and true,
[02:31.920]An apparatus of experiences, both old and new.
[02:36.270]She moved like a machine, tasks aligned,
[02:43.620]In the political machine, her voice confined.
[02:49.410]In a virtual world, she found her place,
[02:54.930]A simulated realm, a digital space.
[03:00.000]Yet the pain was virtually the same,
[03:06.720]Emotions raw, impossible to tame.
[03:11.220]She found a link, a connection deep,
[03:17.880]A relationship that made her weep.
[03:21.150]To link the past with the present day,
[03:28.350]She forged a path, her own way.
[03:37.410]She chose to create a life anew,
[03:40.170]Brought into existence dreams she once knew.
[03:43.980]Her actions created ripples in time,
[03:52.110]A masterpiece,herlife's rhyme.

文本歌词

In a world where meanings intertwine,
Each word a story, each line a sign.
She held an instrument, not just to play,
But a tool to measure the light of day.
An implement of precision, delicate and fine,
A means to express the thoughts in her mind.
Through the record of time, memories stay,
A documented path, a disc that plays.
She recorded her hopes, her silent screams,
Setting a record in the realm of dreams.
Repeat the moments, the highs and lows,
Recite the verses only she knows.
History tends to repeat its course,
A cycle of love, pain, and remorse.
To eliminate doubts that cloud the soul,
To remove barriers, to become whole.
She faced challenges, some she eliminated,
Others remained, memories unabated.
She chose to download the stars above,
Transferred dreams, messages of love.
In her heart, she downloaded peace,
A moment where all worries cease.
She opened a file, stories untold,
Archived emotions, both young and old.
In a line, memories began to file,
Marching forward, mile by mile.
The machine of life, relentless and true,
An apparatus of experiences, both old and new.
She moved like a machine, tasks aligned,
In the political machine, her voice confined.
In a virtual world, she found her place,
A simulated realm, a digital space.
Yet the pain was virtually the same,
Emotions raw, impossible to tame.
She found a link, a connection deep,
A relationship that made her weep.
To link the past with the present day,
She forged a path, her own way.
She chose to create a life anew,
Brought into existence dreams she once knew.
Her actions created ripples in time,
A masterpiece,herlife's rhyme.