姿嬙 Zi Qiang

越是單純的歌聲，越是會勾起記憶深處的某一塊回憶
純粹，沒有過多的樂器。
歌聲中雖然有種溫暖感，但卻也感受到一股憂傷。

Some days her shape in the doorway
Will speak to me
A bird’s wing on the window
Sometimes I’ll hear her when she’s sleeping
Her fever dream,
A language on her face.

I want your flowers like babies
want God’s love or maybe
as sure as tomorrow will come.

Some days, like rain on the doorstep
She’ll cover me
With grace in all she offers
Sometimes I'd like just to ask her
What honest words
She can’t afford to say, like

I want your flowers like babies
want God’s love or maybe
as sure as tomorrow will come.