（开篇，歌词改自Gregorian SHE）
这一个早晨连晨光都是寂寞的，米黄色的阳光透过林间的树梢射进没有玻璃的窗框里，被晨风带进来的露水使得屋子里的空气有些湿润。至高导师用他那不太熟练的动作清理着琴弦上的水滴，做完了这一切之后他坐了下来捧起了这把精美的艺术品
这把竖琴有着由莫恩大师亲自调制的金色琴弦，作为从遥远的先古时代被重新制作出的弹拨乐器它有着最动人的音色和的音轨。他用一只手将它稳定在了自己的大腿上，另一只手轻轻地触动了第一个弦音
“she,maybe the face I have forget, （她，是我已经忘记的一张面孔）
a trace of memery or mistage, maybe the treasure or the price I have to meet.....”
他用他那年轻而却已经充满了磁性的嗓音吟唱着这首祷语;他闭上眼睛试图回忆早已破碎的梦境，他看到一个在不远处有着高大城墙的小镇和一条隐藏在野草野花之间的小径
“she....may be the song that summer sings, maybe the chilling autumn brings ，may be a hundred diffrent things within her measure of a day .......
she.............
（停顿）
she...who looks always seem so happy in the crowded, shown her eye of ritual and pround, no one could see her within when she doesnt cry ”
“she, may be love that i cannot hope at the last, come to me from the shadow of the past， that i must remeber utill the day i die.....
“she maybe the reason i survive, the why and wherefore Im alive, the one help me through the rough and reedy years......”
这一个早晨连晨光都是寂寞的，米黄色的阳光透过林间的树梢射进没有玻璃的窗框里，被晨风带进来的露水使得屋子里的空气有些湿润。至高导师用他那不太熟练的动作清理着琴弦上的水滴，做完了这一切之后他坐了下来捧起了这把精美的艺术品
这把竖琴有着由莫恩大师亲自调制的金色琴弦，作为从遥远的先古时代被重新制作出的弹拨乐器它有着最动人的音色和的音轨。他用一只手将它稳定在了自己的大腿上，另一只手轻轻地触动了第一个弦音
“she,maybe the face I have forget, （她，是我已经忘记的一张面孔）
a trace of memery or mistage, maybe the treasure or the price I have to meet.....”
他用他那年轻而却已经充满了磁性的嗓音吟唱着这首祷语;他闭上眼睛试图回忆早已破碎的梦境，他看到一个在不远处有着高大城墙的小镇和一条隐藏在野草野花之间的小径
“she....may be the song that summer sings, maybe the chilling autumn brings ，may be a hundred diffrent things within her measure of a day .......
she.............
（停顿）
she...who looks always seem so happy in the crowded, shown her eye of ritual and pround, no one could see her within when she doesnt cry ”
“she, may be love that i cannot hope at the last, come to me from the shadow of the past， that i must remeber utill the day i die.....
“she maybe the reason i survive, the why and wherefore Im alive, the one help me through the rough and reedy years......”
