Souvenir

这首歌对于我来说有种致命的召唤力，那种阴郁的调子像是发自一个灰暗悠远的角落，在那独自呻吟。我就这样无法自拔地被那把声音给吸引过去。Liela病态般庸懒的嗓子，稍不慎就撩动起一整室的忧郁。每次听起，就有种既沉重又飘渺的感觉，怎么说呢，比如一口深邃黑暗的井，几乎干枯的井水仅能让外头纤柔的月光勉强的撩起一些涟漪的波光。而我就沉浸在井底中央。。。。。。

其实词中也不尽是感伤，歌名“Souvenir"也很有意思：只要换个角度去看去思考，身边很多人事物不就是我们值得去珍惜收藏的souvenir了吧。





Souvenir by The Duke Spirit

Maybe your eyes will set alight
and your teary tears will make it alright
Maybe home is a thought, not a place
You can move and still be safe

Only I know in another time
I can feel its edges and it's fine
I want to steal from you, only you
Make room for it

I am the thief who leaves it behind
The moon at the window
I am the thief who leaves it behind
The moon at the window
So good....

So is your home a thought, not a place?
You can move, you're still safe
Maybe your eyes are a set alight
and your teary tears will make it alright

Only I know in another time
I can feel these edges and it's fine
I want to steal from you, only you
To make room for you

I am the thief who leaves it behind
The moon at the window
I am the thief who leaves it behind
The moon at the window

If you see yourself through the eyes of another
Maybe you will be alone, forever
If you know yourself through the brains of another
Maybe you would know a warmth, forever

If you see yourself through the eyes of another
Maybe you will feel that way, forever
If you know yourself through the brains of another
Maybe you would know a warmth, forever

If you see yourself through the eyes of another
Maybe you will feel alone, forever
If you feel yourself through the brains of another
Maybe you would know a warmth, forever