Flip - Owen Howard

Juice - Maria Solheim I'm writing this while waiting for you feet to come back home 我在等你回家的时候写这些 The summer is soon knocking on my door and I'm alo

She stole my sentence, stole my pen I tried my best to get it back again She hit me hard with a strong hand I made a grin and left the land I missed the train,

If i'm still the stones will cry If i'm still the trees will clap their hands If i'm still the mountains will roar If i'm still the ocean will whisper If i'm st

The girl writes on the last page And the pencil is nearly dry There can't be no mistakes 'Cause these words will be final He's been waiting for a letter for day