黑发/Black hair

你微微低头

发丝从你的脸上划落

你的脸那么的柔和

想抓住一线却又总是在指尖擦过

那么乌亮

像是梦里曾经见过

曾记得

妈妈的头发

也是这样的多

任我怎样的盘绕，怎样的摩擦，似乎总是放不掉的割舍

心弦是被拨动着

而双眼却是被吸引着

这是爱么

为什么却又如何困惑

真的是爱么

是真的

不然为什么那黑发总是落在你的心窝

Black hair

When you low down your head slowing

The hair cross your face and falling

Your expression looks so touching

I wanna hold the hair line but fingertips just missing

Why it’s so dark

like I meet it with my all luck

I remembered

My mothers hair

is also that vivid mark

no wonder how I trying to coiling and friction, it can never let it walk

The chord was toggled

but the eyes has been captured

is it love?

why it so confused

Is it true love?

Yes, it is

Otherwise, why does the black hair always falling down at your heart.