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Imagine You (Acoustic)歌词完整版
I feel like I'm inside a box, in a moving truck.
I don't know where the road leads, I just know it's dark and cold here.
What I can do inside is breathe and imagine our garden.
I think of glass and wood windows, white curtains dancing with the wind.
It seems that from here I can imagine you,
Parking the car in our garage.
That same garage where we made love under the stars,
And shared secrets to remember together in ten years.
Sitting on our porch, in rocking chairs,
I can see you in suspenders, with gelled hair.
Seeing how the shirt touches your fair skin, almost hairless,
It's an explosion almost impossible to contain in my heart.
Your spots and marks create a map that only I know the right path.
I run to see you arrive, I jump into your arms, and you spin me, like in the old days.
The wind sways my loose and light dress, it seems like a rehearsed scene,
Where your hand entwines with mine with that little finger only you know how to place.
Any romance is a clichéd scene already repeated,
Whether in my dreams or the rest of humanity's.
You hold my face in your hands, kiss my face, my lips,
Press me against your warm and soft chest.
I had waited for that hug every day, every afternoon.
Every end of the day, sitting by the window, that olive green dress,
Your favorite, was always on me at this same hour.
I knew one day you would come back.
I knew one day I would see your eyes looking at me again.
I knew the war wouldn't last forever, someone had to win.
I prayed every day for God to protect and bring my great love back home.
At that moment it didn't matter if you would leave when the sun rose...
Nothing else mattered.
I would be eternally lost in your arms, drunk on your scent.
I remained ecstatic with so much passion.
My heart was burning with so much joy,
That nothing would be big enough to stifle the hope for days without wars.
Our love was almost an invented story, which only I knew and understood the subtleties.
To no one else was my world real, it had to be that way.
To no one else did our dreams, our pains matter.
You were mine, my love.
But the war came and took you away from me...
