The Garden in a Black Hole

作词 : 邹晔Ganny

作曲 : 邹晔Ganny

编曲 : 邹晔Ganny

The cornfield writes a final riddle, dust is all it yields

A dying language in the soil, forgotten how to heal

A ghost within the bookshelf knocks, a tremor through the wall

It says, "The only compass left is your own gravity's call"

So we become a falling leaf, towards a silent sun

Where seconds stretch to oceans, and the harvest is never done

To plant a seed in nothingness, on the event horizon's line

And trust the rain will fall through time, for a garden you will never find

We sailed on frozen light, through a marble's swirling eye

Past giants made of tidal glass, beneath a cyan sky

We whispered names to sleeping worlds, in data-streams and code

While years piled up like autumn leaves, on a silent, empty road

And we were that falling leaf, towards a silent sun

Where seconds stretched to oceans, and the harvest had begun

To plant a seed in nothingness, on the event horizon's line

And trust the rain would fall through time, for a garden we could never find

Then, the fall into the kaleidoscope, where all the threads connect

A prison built of memory, a library of regret

To be the ghost inside the shelf, to write with borrowed breath

The only message love can send, from the other side of death

The hand that holds the dying soil, the hand that points the way

The same hand turns the endless page, and brings the seedling day

A garden in a black hole grows, a clockwork made of parts unseen

The only constant in the spin, the gravity between.