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作曲 : 柏林的雾

作词 : 柏林的雾

吉他手 / 左宅&麦伦考利

贝斯 / 方舟

鼓手 / 鸽子

风格 / 后朋，噪音，自赏

It‘s a winter morning you saty in a cage.

As the shadow follows the form of headache.

Do you feel confused？ “Where is my Golden age？”

“How could you leave me behind? What is the answer？”

I can see your face in the television.

There is no little toy soldiers in your hands.

“Teacher，teacher，Tell me，Where am I？”

“I dont want to give you a normal life.”

There is a color colored dice you really like it.

You can choice another another life，but its another suicide.

There is your golden golden lines without my mercy，I feel good.

I don’t want to cure him，But its my heart‘s lies.

When I was young,One day I met a lady,

I said：“How can I according to the clues to find your location？”

Well，the lady give me a fish，and cut its head，

she tell me：“It is your Gold.”