TheAlmostKiss
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作词 : PPF
作曲 : PPF
编曲 : PPF
Pillow talk in the dim- lit room,
昏暗房间里枕边私语，
Your leg over mine like a slow perfume.
你的腿搭在我腿上，像缓慢弥漫的香意。
The clock says nothing, it’ s getting late,
时钟沉默不语，夜色已深，
We’ re tracing lines we’ re about to break.
我们正描摹着那道即将越界的线。
Your fingers on my waist are asking slow,
你的手指在我腰间缓缓探问，
“ Do I stay or do I go?”
“我是该留下，还是该走？”
Your lips don’ t move, they just hover there,
你的唇没有动，只是悬停在那儿，
Breathing secrets in the heavy air.
在凝滞的空气里吞吐着秘密。
It’ s that moment when the talking stops,
就是那个瞬间，话语戛然而止，
Tangled in the sheets, our pulses race.
缠在床单里，我们的脉搏狂跳。
Your skin on mine but we’ re still dressed,
你的肌肤贴着我的，却还衣衫整齐，
Testing how much we haven’ t confessed.
试探着还有多少未曾坦白的心意。
That in- between, the almost kiss,
那种悬而未决、将吻未吻的间隙，
The sweet ache of a near- miss bliss.
那擦肩而过的极乐带来的甜蜜痛楚。
In this bed where the night’ s so still,
在这夜色如此静止的床上，
We’ re not loving, but we will.
我们还未缠绵，但快了。
My fingertips trace shadows on your skin,
我的指尖在你肌肤上描摹影子，
Drawing heartsI''m still too scared to begin.
画着那颗我仍胆怯得不敢开始的心。
You tilt your head and I forget to breathe,
你微微一偏头，我便忘了呼吸，
You''re the kind of almost Idon''t want to leave.
你就是那种我舍不得逃离的“差一点”。
Your whisper burns like thunder on my neck,
你的低语如闷雷灼烧在我颈间，
Every word a trapI''m dying to inspect.
每个字都是陷阱，我渴望深陷。
I pull the sheet up slowly to my chin,
我慢慢将床单拉到下颌，
Hiding how I ache to let you in.
藏起那想要让你靠近的隐痛。
Your fingers on my waist are asking slow,
你的手指在我腰间缓缓探问，
“ Do I stay or do I go?”
“我是该留下，还是该走？”
Your lips don’ t move, they just hover there,
你的唇没有动，只是悬停在那儿，
Breathing secrets in the heavy air.
在凝滞的空气里吞吐着秘密。
It''s that moment when the talking stops,
就是那个瞬间，话语戛然而止，
Tangled in the sheets, our pulses race.
缠在床单里，我们的脉搏狂跳。
Your skin on mine butwe''re still dressed,
你的肌肤贴着我的，却还衣衫整齐，
Testing how much wehaven''t confessed.
试探着还有多少未曾坦白的心意。
That in- between, the almost kiss,
那种悬而未决、将吻未吻的间隙，
The sweet ache of a near- miss bliss.
那擦肩而过的极乐带来的甜蜜痛楚。
In this bed where the night’ s so still,
在这夜色如此静止的床上，
We’ re not loving, but we will.
我们还未缠绵，但快了。
作曲 : PPF
编曲 : PPF
Pillow talk in the dim- lit room,
昏暗房间里枕边私语，
Your leg over mine like a slow perfume.
你的腿搭在我腿上，像缓慢弥漫的香意。
The clock says nothing, it’ s getting late,
时钟沉默不语，夜色已深，
We’ re tracing lines we’ re about to break.
我们正描摹着那道即将越界的线。
Your fingers on my waist are asking slow,
你的手指在我腰间缓缓探问，
“ Do I stay or do I go?”
“我是该留下，还是该走？”
Your lips don’ t move, they just hover there,
你的唇没有动，只是悬停在那儿，
Breathing secrets in the heavy air.
在凝滞的空气里吞吐着秘密。
It’ s that moment when the talking stops,
就是那个瞬间，话语戛然而止，
Tangled in the sheets, our pulses race.
缠在床单里，我们的脉搏狂跳。
Your skin on mine but we’ re still dressed,
你的肌肤贴着我的，却还衣衫整齐，
Testing how much we haven’ t confessed.
试探着还有多少未曾坦白的心意。
That in- between, the almost kiss,
那种悬而未决、将吻未吻的间隙，
The sweet ache of a near- miss bliss.
那擦肩而过的极乐带来的甜蜜痛楚。
In this bed where the night’ s so still,
在这夜色如此静止的床上，
We’ re not loving, but we will.
我们还未缠绵，但快了。
My fingertips trace shadows on your skin,
我的指尖在你肌肤上描摹影子，
Drawing heartsI''m still too scared to begin.
画着那颗我仍胆怯得不敢开始的心。
You tilt your head and I forget to breathe,
你微微一偏头，我便忘了呼吸，
You''re the kind of almost Idon''t want to leave.
你就是那种我舍不得逃离的“差一点”。
Your whisper burns like thunder on my neck,
你的低语如闷雷灼烧在我颈间，
Every word a trapI''m dying to inspect.
每个字都是陷阱，我渴望深陷。
I pull the sheet up slowly to my chin,
我慢慢将床单拉到下颌，
Hiding how I ache to let you in.
藏起那想要让你靠近的隐痛。
Your fingers on my waist are asking slow,
你的手指在我腰间缓缓探问，
“ Do I stay or do I go?”
“我是该留下，还是该走？”
Your lips don’ t move, they just hover there,
你的唇没有动，只是悬停在那儿，
Breathing secrets in the heavy air.
在凝滞的空气里吞吐着秘密。
It''s that moment when the talking stops,
就是那个瞬间，话语戛然而止，
Tangled in the sheets, our pulses race.
缠在床单里，我们的脉搏狂跳。
Your skin on mine butwe''re still dressed,
你的肌肤贴着我的，却还衣衫整齐，
Testing how much wehaven''t confessed.
试探着还有多少未曾坦白的心意。
That in- between, the almost kiss,
那种悬而未决、将吻未吻的间隙，
The sweet ache of a near- miss bliss.
那擦肩而过的极乐带来的甜蜜痛楚。
In this bed where the night’ s so still,
在这夜色如此静止的床上，
We’ re not loving, but we will.
我们还未缠绵，但快了。