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Morning Mist Story歌词完整版
**"Morning Mist Story"**
(Verse 1)
In the hush of the dawn, when the world’s still asleep,
The morning mist whispers secrets, that the night couldn’t keep.
Through the veil of the fog, where the day starts to unfold,
There’s a story in the silence, that the early hours hold.
(Pre-Chorus)
The trees wear a shroud of dreams, in the soft morning light,
Each breath of the mist carries tales of the night.
In the gentle embrace of the misty haze,
We find echoes of yesterdays in a soft, golden glaze.
(Chorus)
It’s a morning mist story, where the world’s softly told,
In the shimmer of the daylight, where the secrets unfold.
Every droplet of the mist is a whisper from the past,
In the calm of the morning, where the moments last.
(Verse 2)
Footsteps are muted on the dew-laden ground,
In the embrace of the mist, where serenity is found.
The sun starts to pierce through, with a tender, warm embrace,
Casting shadows and light, in a delicate trace.
(Pre-Chorus)
The world awakens slowly, in the soft morning glow,
With each rising sunbeam, the mysteries grow.
In the dance of the mist, where the stories entwine,
There’s a magic in the morning, that’s truly divine.
(Chorus)
It’s a morning mist story, where the world’s softly told,
In the shimmer of the daylight, where the secrets unfold.
Every droplet of the mist is a whisper from the past,
In the calm of the morning, where the moments last.
(Bridge)
As the mist begins to fade, and the day comes alive,
The story of the morning is where memories thrive.
In the fleeting mist’s embrace, we find a gentle grace,
A moment suspended in time, in a tranquil space.
(Chorus)
It’s a morning mist story, where the world’s softly told,
In the shimmer of the daylight, where the secrets unfold.
Every droplet of the mist is a whisper from the past,
In the calm of the morning, where the moments last.
(Outro)
So when the morning mist rises, and the new day starts to bloom,
Remember the soft stories that dissolve in the room.
In the heart of the misty dawn, where the past gently roams,
There’s a tale of tranquility, in the morning’s soft tones.
