吞没 If I stay too quiet 倘或凝神静待 I can hear her walking by 我能聆听到她的步履 Death cold air is moving 垂死的寒意随之旋舞 Like the touch of her hand 冰冷一如她的触摸 Respect dying, towards our eyes 回顾仅有死亡,惨景历历在目 Earth dies, flowers dead 土壤腐浊,鲜花凋敝 Silent whispers slowly flow 无声的私
