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• Sunday Blue

  作词 : 李, 欣芸/曾, 莉婷 AKA 毛毛 你不在我身边你不在身边的夏天 雨轻轻穿过了窗渗入我的房间 一滴滴繁衍一点点蔓延 仿佛是消遣不听我的劝 你不在我身边你不在身边的那年 你曾说过的誓言还回荡在这空间 一字字繁衍一声声...

  李欣芸 国际漫游
• Gloomy Sunday

  明无了期 沉睡也是种福气 烛光与诗歌感想我早预备 钟声里鲜花似灰烬散落一地 这双脚这么重 终于不必着地 同伴别看好奇 能令你们的伤悲 我突然欢喜 就这样长睡不起 Gloomy Sunday 来日无了期 存在有甚么惊喜 你在何处 在浮生的...

  陈慧娴 情意结
• Sunday Morning

  Sunday morning 温暖的阳光好香 走在路上行人在吹着口哨 一个一个的微笑让人有点颠倒 不知不觉的我想要奔跑 一个人的生活从来不单调 废话太多的世界却叫人烦恼 匆匆忙忙的生命显得有些无聊 不停奔跑的我 想要歇脚 Oh it...

  丁丁与西西 完美的生活
• Sunday Morning

  歌名：Sunday Morning 歌手：咖啡因公园 专辑：From Now On 暗角已留座 最终偏选 那椅背靠着你的脸 暗暗作动要限制不来 我怎算 转背继续坐这车厢中 看到不只一个你 也会令我自觉卑微 谁都会 然后更美逐步 迎面向我逐...

  咖啡因公园 From Now On
• Sunday St

  - Sunday St - LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang @ www.lrcgc.com @ when it gets so dark that i can't see out i think about my brother and how i cannot leave him and i know i'll see this through drove around all night slept in the back seat woke up lost and clouded walked arou...

  Casiotone For The Painfully Alone Adce Base Battery Life
• Sunday Morning

  Ani DiFranco - Sunday Morning Sunday morning Slow beats seething Through the screens in The open windows Eggs frying Legs shaking After we stayed lying So long in bed Sunday morning Both of us reading And looking up occasionally Looking up occasionally Sunday morning You'...

  Ani DiFranco Knuckle Down
• Hated Sunday

  (Haines & Moore) Close the windows, draw the blinds I can't stand it if the sun shines On Sunday Hated Sunday Disturbing pictures on the news Distant wars but they won't touch you On Sunday Hated Sunday Your mother calls, she's alright Your sister calls, she's in hospital ...

  Black Box Recorder England Made Me
• Sunday

  「Sunday」 作詞∶ユンナ＆JIN 作曲∶ピエール 歌∶ユンナ このままじゃ　ダメだってさ わかってるんだって、もう 立ち直らないとね グズグズ泣いている 時だってどうせあいつは 誰かと笑ってるのかな 今週は...

  ユンナ 好きなんだ
• Good　Bye　Bye　Sunday

  いつもの言葉でボクらは大笑いをしていた 夏の青空が水面をとてもきれいにしたよ なまぬるい風もあと何日問のしんぼうさ あの星空を一緒に見に行きたいんだな ぐちゃぐちゃの世界だ なんとかしたいと思っていたら...

  Glay
• Gloomy Sunday

  Gloomy Sunday Sarah brightman Sunday is Gloomy, My hours are slumberless, Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be...

  Sarah Brightman