歌词
作词 : Sean Ven
作曲 : Sean Ven
编曲 : Sean Ven
Ink bleeds blue on the page we tore
Rain taps the glass like a metronome
I fold the fault into a wing once more
Crease of your name, feather of home
Window sighs, winter leans in
But warmth rises from paper - thin
Paper plane, take my blame
Let it glide, let it fade
Across the sky of silent gray
Circle back, find your way
Home to my palm, home to stay
Streets still gleam with the night we cried
Yet dawn paints gold on the windowpane
I launch the sheet where the truth still lies
It soars, then turns like a heart unchained
Drum - brush beats, heartbeat syncs
Strings rise soft, forgiving wings
Paper plane, take my blame
Let it glide, let it fade
Across the sky of silent gray
Circle back, find your way
Home to my palm, home to stay
If it lands on your windowsill
Know every fold said, “I’m still”
Paper plane, bore my shame
Now it glides back to your name
Colors bloom where gray had been
Circle complete, love unseen
Folded in creases, yet taking flight
You and I, paper - light
Paper light…
Paper light…