白色羽毛的英文歌词

-White Feathers - In the garden, the french plant you planted, is facing the wind, spreading the sorrow of your leaving. In the park, the Gypsie child gave me a mysterious smile, a weird emotional feeling. The same kind of life, the wall still hung the picture of the bird crossing the sky in winter. I cannot see anything that has been moved in this room. White, feathers swaying, sealed. Been frozen before, will not go try and remembered the past dreams is my usual style, white. The feather is moved by the wind, quietly, landing in the crowd of people. I send you away, you are thankful of my wishes. (not sure about this part) There is no smile in the expression. White, feathers swaying, swiftly, heading towards the sky, cannot be retained. Your era, my choice of letting go. Feather, is in my hand, that kind of pain. Is not as bad as i though, But to dreams i'm still not as determined