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一夜一天的连绵大雪,感叹自然之余,欣赏英国男孩这首歌,禁不住想学唱.不知昨天出门见到的那鹿儿五口一家,在这一派厚雪覆盖的夜晚,在哪安眠呢?  Bright EyesIs it a kind of dream,Floating out on the tide,Following the river of death downstream?Oh, is it a dream?There's a fog along the horizon,A strange glow in the sky,And nobody seems to know where you go,And what does it mean?Oh, is it a dream?Bright eyes,Burning like fire.Bright eyes,How can you close and fail?How can the light that burned so brightlySuddenly burn so pale?Bright eyes.Is it a kind of shadow,Reaching into the night,Wandering over the hills unseen,Or is it a dream?There's a high wind in the trees,A cold sound in the air,And nobody ever knows when you go,And where do you start,Oh, into the dark.Bright eyes,burning like fire.Bright eyes,how can you close and fail?How can the light that burned so brightlySuddenly burn so pale?Bright eyes.Bright eyes,burning like fire.Bright eyes,how can you close and fail?How can the light that burned so brightlySuddenly burn so pale?Bright eyes.     |
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