作词 : Jeremy Beck
作曲 : Jeremy Beck
Some nights
the moon doesn’t float, won’ t rise.
Sleeping — it dreams of the sky.
And sometimes
evening winds miss a lake;
in their hurry, securely in haste —
they pass by.
These lakes stay calm, untouched,
not knowing kisses.
Watching winds pass, without happy shivers;
they dream of moons safely asleep.
The wind —
out of breath, out of time.