C.N.K/Willim《双城》歌词完整版
《双城》是Willim和C.N.K一起合作的歌曲，融合了中国风+future bass+说唱+等等的元素。若是单身听《双城》的话，能够感受到异地恋的味道呢，热情《双城》的英文副歌真的是超级好听，中国风的说唱也非常赞。今天小编给大家带来双城歌词，希望大家喜欢并且能够有所收获。
双城歌词
作曲 : C.N.K
作词 : C.N.K
编曲Songwriter：C.N.K
yo.
Shanghai to New York.
Take this.
六月过半某个清晨的阳光唤醒这苏州河
在薄雾中隐约透着
城市深处守护的皱褶
擦肩而过陌生的游客
他们争论着什么
纷飞的口舌
我却只想关心中山公园那棵
海棠花何时会熟透呢
把这街道的轮廓 勾勒
不换思念的人儿 归来
最出神不是豫园等 秋色
却是一曲何日君 再来
回荡弄堂内外 我猜
大概 会是你最爱
殊不知另一座城现在
是否被雨打湿被风吹坏
哎 一个人的 上海
体会寂寞来得多么 慷慨
车水马龙 酒绿灯红
谁将迷路灵魂随手 放开
默默藏在 新天地那家无名小店橱窗外
转瞬醒来一夜浅睡化作桌上豆花一碗粢饭糕两块
迟钝如我看来
这钢铁森林太光怪太陆离
反应总慢半拍
淮海路没认出那件你同款的hoodie
独自复习 分开的目的
在我睡梦里 你打开晨曦
大洋彼岸留下的痕迹是此时此刻上演的双城记
Two cities, 12 hours apart,
I can hear your voice, but I don't know where you are
Two cities, 12 hours apart
I can see your face, but I don't know where to start
Two cities, 8 thousand miles apart,
From my day to ur night, guess that's another life
Two cities, 12 hours apart,
I can hear your voice
(DROP)
I'm at your favorite bar right here at Bleeker,
right next to record shop where you bought me Aretha.
To be honest I don't like this long distance love either
After all we both are, some emotion-driven creatures
So I try to fit in, take a jog by Hudson River
watch a game at Yankee stadium, and jaywalk like I don't give a
yellow cab everywhere, central park to Herald Square,
everything's going well, it's just that I really wish you were here
The legend of the town,
like a sky full of stars, and right now I couldn't even have you around
The city never sleeps,
so am I when I'm alone, cos right now you everything that I need
Two cities, 12 hours apart,
I can hear your voice, but I don't know where you are
Two cities, 12 hours apart
I can see your face, but I don't know where to start
Two cities, 8 thousand miles apart,
From my day to your night, guess that's another life
Two cities, 12 hours apart,
I can hear your voice
But I don't know where you are
C.N.K音乐作品
双城专辑介绍
我活在上海的清晨。
静安寺斑驳的红砖墙上扑腾着黑白的喜鹊，浓雾刚刚散去的弄堂，阿伯叮叮当当的自行车，一块钱两根的油条。东方明珠站在黄浦江的肩头，温柔地生长。
中山公园的竹林下围着下象棋的老人兴致正高;马炮车，卒子过河，将军。一声怒骂，悻悻离去，留下人群仰天大笑，拍手叫绝。
豫园唱着江城子，苏幕遮，旗袍小卷，风情万种的女人说着吴侬软语。画楼西下，恍惚间看到你反弹琵琶，眉眼如画。
既见君子，云胡不喜。
我活在纽约的傍晚。
华灯初上，暖色的光斑从天上跌进宝蓝色的哈德逊河，看曼哈顿桥下的火车长出翅膀飞过天空，自由女神温柔地站在风里，手指无尽舒展的夜。洛克菲勒中心的滑冰场，相爱的人们在夜色里笨拙地笑得脸颊通红。
纽约的深秋，波上寒烟翠。山映斜阳天接水，芳草无情，更在斜阳外。我的乡愁诗情辗转反侧，一张口，只变作一句“This is so beautiful.”
我慢跑经过金头发绿眼睛纤长的人，你在我耳边呢喃着想念。我抬头，一轮温润的月，似是故人来。
聒碎乡心梦不成，故园无此声。
Two cities, 12 hours apart,
两座城，你的夕阳下沉拉下夜幕，降落在我的世界，变成光芒万丈的日出。
I can hear your voice, but I don't know where you are.
可你的方位，就是我的心的经纬度吧。
原来双城记，已不再是狄更斯的伦敦与巴黎，不再是纷飞的烧灼人心的战火;
是我们的上海和纽约，是和平年代的与爱有关的信仰，是我从城隍庙寄给中央公园长椅上的你的沉甸甸的想念。
我想诚诚恳恳，写一个这个光怪陆离急速飞旋的怪异世界里容不下的爱情故事。
只关于你，不关于距离。
