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https://youtu.be/lnbPexIMLx4
应该是AI 电脑创作的歌与视频。
YouTube 记录下的歌词:
A ribbon of light on the morning sand.
The city breathe like a sweet refrain.
Your hand and mine on the cornerstone,
In Paris Darling, we’re never alone.
Cherry blossoms drift across the lane.
Your perfume lingers in the gentle rain.
The whole world fades to a golden hue.
When Paris Paris looks like you and the accordion inside as the daylight turns to pearl.
You are everything I’ve ever dreamed.
You are my entire world. Oh, lovers in Paris 1963. The world was young and so were we.
Every kiss beneath the endless sky.
Every heartbeat made for you and I. Oh lovers in Paris, luminous and free. No one ever loved like you loved me.
The saint still sings of that spring we knew. Lovers in Paris, me and you.
A little cafe where the candles glow. A velvet evening, soft and slow.
You hum melody I almost know. A golden song from long ago.
The city dressed in evening light. A thousand stars burn warm and bright and all of Paris holds its breadth.
For a love too beautiful for words and the accordion inside as the daylight turns to pearl.
You are everything I’ve ever dreamed.
You are my entire world. Oh lovers in Paris 1963.
The world was young and so were we. Every kiss beneath the endless sky.
Every heartbeat made for you and I. Oh lovers in Paris, luminous and free. No one ever loved like you loved me. The saint still sings of that spring we knew.
Lovers in Paris. Me and you.
Oh what a world. Oh what a dream. Paris and spring. Golden and serene. Where every cobblestone tells a story. Where every moment shines with glory. Oh Paris. Oh Paris. You gave us wings to fly.
Oh Paris. Oh Paris. Beneath your endless sky.
V lovey.(?听不清楚)
This is where we were always meant to be. Oh lovers in Paris 1963. The world was young so were we.
Every kiss beneath the endless sky.
Every heartbeat made for you and I. Oh Lovers in Paris, luminous and free.
No one ever loved like you loved me. The saint still sings of that spring we knew. Lovers in Paris, me and you. Ho la la ho La La
Paris 1963. Ho la la ho la La.
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