[00:00.000] 作词 : 小鱼
[00:00.334] 作曲 : 小鱼
[00:00.668] 编曲 : 小鱼
[00:01.004]Still cold skillet. Our stove pumps for sight against the rise.
[00:10.767]Cooking up the silent storm in the kitchen of ice. No smile,
[00:15.249]so laughter, just the sizzle of the pan in this breakfast time,
[00:19.023]you book a paper, motions don't stand a chance.
[00:23.174]Coffee, no sugar, no cream, soft in the bite.
[00:31.132]Banana sliced with precision. A cold, calculated sight. Graff Bill benches,
[00:38.693]no warmth. Pancakes stack up like a wall in this culinary frost with feelings.
[00:42.949]Don't fall behind. No room for shake. Banana pancakes, a cool heartsake.
[00:46.189]I got your day with the first minute you everybody. A silence here.
[00:49.995]Eggs crack. With the stoic face. No joy in this creation scrambled into a harsh reality
[00:53.972]. No Celebration but her hardens, no melting is cold.
[00:57.818]Colonies seem morning's harsh masterpiece.
[01:17.173]A stark and bitter dream should be hard. No room for shake. Banana, pancakes,
[01:21.491]a cold heartsake. Everybody excited to see makes you love yourself.
[01:24.926]This is me favorite sport. But one thing, cake,
[01:28.728]cold start, spice. Like the sunset. This cold kitchen. The mushroom are dead now.
[01:32.721]Go for a shake. Banana, pancakes. Stretch down.
[01:37.359]Bye bye.Mix it rough. No softness in this mix. Flavors bold, but once been kicked,
[01:40.415]golden stacks rise like a sunthread in this cold kitchen. Emotions are dead.
[01:45.826]Still cold. Feel it. I'm stove. My first light begins to rise.
[01:51.973]Cooking up a sunstorm in this kitchen device. No smiles,
[01:55.818]no laughter, just a sizzle of the can in this breakfast mono cook,
[01:59.642]where emotions don't stand the chance. Black coffee, no sugar,
[02:36.032]no cream to soften the bite. Banana slice with precision, a cold calculate site crisp. I just,
[02:40.371]no one can kick suck up like a wall in this culinary frost. But feelings don't fall behind.
[02:42.769]No one for shake banana pancakes, cold heart sake.
[02:45.807]So today we was the first thing here.
[02:49.929]Everybody a silence here makes you know something is mix favorite sport.
[02:51.845]But once thinking hold this back, right? Like a solid bread in this cold kitchen,
[02:53.650]the motions are dead.Well, no softness in this mix. Flavors bold but won't spend kicked.
[02:55.419]Golden stacks rise like a silent threat in this cold kitchen, emotions are dead. 5,0,5,0.5,0,5.