歌手:幻想邦尼
专辑:《BRO KEN （专辑“坏了”英文版）》

作词 : 幻想邦尼
作曲 : 幻想邦尼
编曲 : 幻想邦尼
Three months, time's river flows,
Meetings missed, classes ghosted, calls unanswered echoes.
He's vanished, like a shadow in the night,
Leaving behind whispers and questions in the quiet.
Dormitory halls, damp and cold, deserted scene,
A subtle stench seeping through cracks unseen.
Even Auntie's stuffy nose wouldn't flinch,
In this place where memories now pinch.
Bathroom light flickers, revealing a tale,
Melon rinds, cookie crumbs, Erguotou trails,
Novels, curtains, dictionaries, a colorful sprawl,
Mixed up like a dream, in a forgotten hall.
Two flies waltz on crimson bones,
An eyelid swims in a tank overgrown.
The stench thickens, blurring sight,
Feet glued to the floor, in this morbid plight.
Picking up an arm, I try to stir,
His head, a walnut, stillness bizarre.
Murmurs escape, a tongue's faint tale,
"I'm burning, ice cream I crave, a mother's promise to unveil."
Blue stones across the river wide,
Red dragonflies rest, nature's pride.
Listen close, the tofu cries,
Scattered buttons, chisels hide.
On a ladder, dreams unfurl,
An afternoon sun, memories in a whirl.
Bitten by a yellow dog, nightmares chase,
By a white goose, fears replaced.
"Don't wake me," a plea in the air,
Let them peck, let them tear.
This twisted mind, let it be,
Drained of sorrow, set free.
Door clicks, his snores resonate,
Twenty-six years on, in Beijing's gray I navigate.
Collecting dust where his footprints lay,
Erasing names, let them tear.
This twisted mind, let it be,
Drained of sorrow, set free.
Door clicks, his snores resonate,
Twenty-six years on, in Beijing's gray I navigate.
Collecting dust where his footprints lay,
Erasing names, memories to gray.
"Don't wake me up," echoes in the haze,
In this city smog, I'm lost in days.
Blue stones across the river wide,
Red dragonflies rest, nature's pride.
Listen close, the tofu cries,
Scattered buttons, chisels hide.
On a ladder, dreams unfurl,
An afternoon sun, memories in a whirl.
Bitten by a yellow dog, nightmares chase,
By a white goose, fears replaced.
Door clicks, his snores resonate,
Twenty-six years on, in Beijing's gray I navigate.
Collecting dust where his footprints lay,
Erasing names, memories to gray.
"Don't wake me up," echoes in the haze,
In this city smog, I'm lost in days.