LYRICS
作词 : FinneganFox
作曲 : FinneganFox
编曲 : FinneganFox
Beneath the concrete skies of steel and frost
Where human footsteps mark what life has lost
He walked— a flicker ofautumn's amber flame
Through dying streetlights whispering his name
Two pale shadows trembled in his sight
Lost snowflakes wandering through the endless night
No crowns they bore, no howls to claim the dark
Just silent questions in their moonlit hearts
He led them through the shadows where his fire blazed
His paws traced blessings upon their trembling fur
Through streets of ice, through alleyways amazed
Three hearts now beat in rhythms pure
OHHH— Amber Ranger of the asphalt waste!
Rise, you whose throne was but a cardboard keep!
You shared the crusts that winter left in haste
And wove your warmth around their trembling sleep
OHHH— Guardian of two winters’ breath!
Stand, you taught the snow how not to melt away
Though kingdoms rise and crumble into death
Your vigilant flame held the frozen dawn at bay!
He showed them where the secret blessings fell
From hands unseen, at twilight’ s shadowed spell
In diesel nights, his amber tongue inscribed
A sacred psalm upon their trembling sides
Three heartbeats nested in a sea of shredded news
A fragile truce the city scarcely knew
Through frost and fog, his amber flame endured
A fleeting crown, a warmth that reassured
He led them through the shadows where his fire blazed
His paws traced blessings upon their trembling fur
Through streets of ice, through alleyways amazed
Three hearts now beat in rhythms pure
OHHH— Amber Ranger of the asphalt waste!
Rise, you whose throne was but a cardboard keep!
You shared the crusts that winter left in haste
And wove your warmth around their trembling sleep
OHHH— Guardian of two winters’ breath!
Stand, you taught the snow how not to melt away
Though kingdoms rise and crumble into death
Your vigilant flame held the frozen dawn at bay!
Then came the morning when the white ones fled
To halls where bowls and gentle hands were spread
He watched the hollow where they laid their heads
And let the wind rewrite the fragile threads
No farewell roar, no epic mournful end
Just turning eastward— lone, but not undone
For every guardian must comprehend:
Some fires are meant to warm what cannot stay
OHHH— Amber Ranger! Your crown was in the giving!
Your scepter was the path you chose to share!
While empires build their monuments of living
You built a throne of air, and breath, and care!
OHHH— Temporary king of fleeting things!
The snow has melted but the legend stays—
How three small hearts on concrete windswept wings
Once held back all the cold of all the days!
And when the last streetlight falls to the sun
His shadow stretches longer than before
For legends aren’ t carved in stone or battles won
But in the warmth we lend to those who have no more