谁有for what it's worth 的中英歌词?能给我下谢谢了

谁有for what it's worth 的中英歌词?能给我下谢谢了
谁有for what it's worth 的中英歌词?能给我下谢谢了

谁有for what it's worth 的中英歌词?能给我下谢谢了
死亡是简单的事.它即非馈赠,亦非惩罚.芸芸众生将它把握于手,携带于身,有如一枚只许在适当之时打开的包裹.我们一旦降生就注定要背负同样的包裹.杀人亦可谓简单,在我犹为如此.写下一个名字,本身就是简单.干净、快速、几无过失,轻松便可遗忘,正如轻松的一搁笔.死亡笔记把杀人减至无痕,罪责全灭、无迹可寻.所以,我怎能如此待你.但愿我能说,我已历经数日的苦思,已尝试多面的求索,终觅得有些许价值的方式；然而,我不能.我选择了刀,不假思索的,仅为其锋利.刀锋滑过我的拇指,这样它品尝的第一滴血就是我的.第二滴血就是你的.你当然明白.你的鲜血在我摊开的掌中,好像展翅的火烈鸟.它的温暖,它的气息,在我胃里激起一阵翻腾.你睁大眼睛看着我,目光中没有责备,没有惊奇.我搂住你当你向地板滑落之际,我抬起你把你头颅置于我双膝之上,我亲吻你品尝你恰似血液的味道.纯粹血色的洗礼,血色的圣餐.就在那一瞬间,我猜想你回应了我的吻,死亡之味经你舌端传递于我.那时我本当弃你而去,留下一池鲜血,渐粘稠,渐凝固.然后他们就会回来,就会发现你.你双瞳会神采尽失,你肌肤会冰冷僵硬.我等待着,等待你唇色褪至苍白,再俯身一吻,终于离开.浴室是耀眼的惨白,毛巾颜色与之合拍.我拧开水龙头,任水流冲洗双手,冲尽血迹.我向镜中张望,看见面颊上两粒血点,你的血,清白又明亮.我定睛凝视这两粒血点,仿佛通过它们我可以看到未来.随后我擦掉它们,舔拭指尖残余的腥粘.我最后一次品尝你,尝到你恰似泪水的味道.我走出浴室,发现你依旧冰冷而僵硬,一手搭在我为你留下的伤口上.我知道我再也无法看到你的眼睛.即便那一刻,我知道你从未责怪我.我从你眼中读懂了这一切,在你最后一次合眼的时候.我知道你会懂得.我一直知道,以同样的方式知道,我会一直为你哀悼,我会一直背负那一个包裹,而我永远,永远不会忘记.不会忘记你的味道,你血液的气息,你双唇的触感.这值得用世界,用生命,用永恒来交换.这价值如此高昂,岂能付与笔记中区区一个姓名.我不得不杀掉你,因为我曾爱你.我曾那样的渴望你,那渴望之前从不存在,之后亦不再来.这正是神所作的牺牲.可是有时候.是啊,有时候.我是那样的念你.P.S.RP发作的时候就译RP之文,结果人变得更RP…… (one,two,three,four) Hey baby,come around,Keep holding me down,And I'll be keeping you up tonight?br>The four-letter word got stuck in my head,The dirtiest word that I've ever said It's making me feel all right.Cardigans,The For what it's worth,I love you,And what it's worse,I really do!For what it's worth,I'm gonna run,run,run,'Till the sweetness gets to you,And what it's worse,I love you!Hey please baby,come back,There'll be no more loving attacks And I'll be keeping it cool tonight.The four-letter word is out of my head,Come on around,get back in my bed,Keep making me feeling all right...For what it's worth,I like you,And what it's worse,I really do!Things happened worse And we had fun,fun,fun,'Till I said I love you,And what it's worse,I really do!For what is worth,I love you!And what is worse,I really do!Oh...For what it's worth,I love you,And what it's worse,I really do,oh,For what it's worth,I love you,And what it's worse,I really do?br>