記憶會說話 思念在發芽 微風催促一地落葉歸去啊
貝殼戀著家 魚兒游水啊 剩我這念舊的巨蟹踩著沙
熟悉的對白 我雖然說了出來
感覺開始回來 開始又回來
這些日子以來 偶爾會想起你的愛
面對這回憶依然還是溫暖
記得你愛把我的手 放進你的口袋
將心裡的溫度還存在 在指間徘徊
這些日子以來 偶爾會想起你的愛
面對這回憶依然還是溫暖
我會慢慢學著勇敢 慢慢學著取暖
如果覺得冷 放自己口袋
熟悉的對白 我雖然說了出來
感覺開始回來 開始又回來
這些日子以來 偶爾會想起你的愛
面對這回憶依然還是溫暖
記得你愛把我的手 放進你的口袋
將心裡的溫度還存在 在指間徘徊
這些日子以來 偶爾會想起你的愛
面對這回憶依然還是溫暖
我會慢慢學著勇敢 慢慢學著取暖
如果覺得冷 放自己口袋
你的溫暖我會藏起來
記憶會說話 思念在發芽 微風催促一地落葉歸去啊
貝殼戀著家 魚兒游水啊 剩我一個人踩著沙 歌詞糾錯
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Memories have voices [literally: memories can speak],
(The feeling of) missing you is budding,
The breeze blows through, scattering the ground with leaves
The seashell thinks of home,
the little fish swims about,
leaving me, this nostalgic crab, prancing around on the sand
Familiar conversations,
even though I've said it aloud
The feelings start to come back,
starting and coming back
All this time,
I've occasionally thought of your love (for me)
I still feel a certain warmth when facing these memories
I remember how you love putting my hand, into your pockets
Placing the warmth in your heart, and letting it linger on between my fingers
All this time,
I've occasionally thought of your love (for me)
I still feel a certain warmth when facing these memories
I will gradually learn to be strong,
I will gradually learn how to keep warm
When I'm feeling cold, I'll use my own pocket
Familiar conversations,
even though I've said it aloud
The feelings start to come back,
starting and coming back
All this time,
I've occasionally thought of your love (for me)
I still feel a certain warmth when facing these memories
I remember how you love putting my hand, into your pockets
Placing the warmth in your heart, and letting it linger on between my fingers
All this time,
I've occasionally thought of your love (for me)
I still feel a certain warmth when facing these memories
I will gradually learn to be strong,
I will gradually learn how to keep warm
When I'm feeling cold, I'll use my own pocket
Your warmth, I will hide it up
Memories have voices [literally: memories can speak],
(The feeling of) missing you is budding,
The breeze blows through, scattering the ground with leaves
The seashell thinks of home,
the little fish swims about,
leaving me, this nostalgic crab, prancing around on the sand
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