Mateusz Pulawski、YenTing Lo - The Sun Song
Silky heat softly touches the tattered flag you wave
Burning wind excites the sweat makes broken pieces chime
The beam enlights the dusty world and evaporates the woe
Such a warm language you speak that melts my wall of ice
Rains have become the pond inside
Reflects even more color than a rainbow ever has
There was once a giant chasing the sun
Fighting against the wind and wave
Laughing at the storm
His eyes outshine the sky
Need no shade to hide
Reminds me of an old dream that I haven't thought of for a long time
But why can I still recognize the song of mine
The one that I have written
For the morning dew that awakes the rising sun which atones the past
Silky heat softly touches the tattered flag you wave
Burning wind excites the sweat makes broken pieces chime
The beam enlights the dusty world and evaporates the woe
Such a warm language you speak that melts my wall of ice
Rains have become the pond inside
Reflects even more color than a rainbow ever has rainbow ever has
There was once a giant chasing the sun
Fighting against the wind and wave
Laughing at the storm
His eyes outshine the sky
Need no shade to hide
Reminds me of an old dream that I haven't thought of for a long time
But why can I still recognize the song of mine
The one that I have written
For the morning dew that awakes the rising sun which atones the past
Silky heat softly touches the tattered flag you wave
Burning wind excites the sweat makes broken pieces chime
The beam enlights the dusty world and evaporates the woe
Such a warm language you speak that melts my wall of ice
That melts my wall of ice
Melts my wall