Who Left Me Here | 廢棄之城
only child voice, cello, sad, slave melancoly,
CuriousFOX·2:39
2:39
Who Left Me Here | 廢棄之城
only child voice, cello, sad, slave melancoly,
Creator: CuriousFOXRelease Date: December 13, 2025
Lyrics
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🎧This song is written from the perspective of a child who has been bullied, ignored, and thrown away like trash — trying to find a place to belong again, a place that feels like their own recycling station.
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"廢棄之城"
雨淋濕的地圖
靜靜躺在站牌邊
我站在「起點」與「終點」之間
風沉默地掀起帽簷
像是不想回答
誰把我留在這裡
沒有出口、沒有門的世界
他們說長大是禮物
但這裡像關著記憶的倉庫
我走在翻倒的時鐘縫隙中
想記住昨天的聲音
又怕明天太安靜
我把考卷剪成紙飛機
朝著沒有回答的月亮飛去
如果夢能被回收
會不會換來真正的自由
誰讓我落在這裡
說我得夠堅強
但這顆玻璃做的心臟
怎麼扛得起世界的碰撞
我站在結冰的街頭大喊
如果沒人聽見──
那我就是自己的回聲
這城市的夜像一座沉默的垃圾山
我看見自己 縮在暗處
不是壞孩子，只是不知道去哪裡
不是不想被愛，只是不懂怎麼說出來
如果這是一則寓言
我不要當王子
我只想在某個故事裡
有人聽見我低聲說
我還在學著好好活成自己
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"Who Left Me Here"
A rain-soaked map lies quiet at the bus stop
I’m standing somewhere between "Start" and "End"
The wind lifts the brim of my cap, like it doesn’t want to answer
Who left me here— in a world with no doors, no way out?
They say growing up is a gift, but this place feels more like a vault of old memories
I walk the cracks between fallen clocks, trying to hold on to yesterday’s voice, scared that tomorrow might be too quiet
I cut my test papers into a paper plane and launched it toward a moon that never replies
If dreams could be recycled—
would they turn into real freedom?
Who dropped me here, and told me to be strong?
But this heart’s made of glass—
how can it take the weight of impact?
I shout into a frozen street, and if no one answers...
then I’ll become my own echo
The night in this city is a silent landfill
I see myself curled up in the shadows
Not a bad kid—just lost
Not unloved—just never knew how to ask
If this is some kind of fable, I don’t want to be the prince
I just want to live in a story where someone hears me whisper—
I'm still learning how to be me
👉https://open.spotify.com/artist/6pIpjMnBr9UUcuRkTP8ISm
.......................................................................................................................
🎧This song is written from the perspective of a child who has been bullied, ignored, and thrown away like trash — trying to find a place to belong again, a place that feels like their own recycling station.
.........................................................................................................................
"廢棄之城"
雨淋濕的地圖
靜靜躺在站牌邊
我站在「起點」與「終點」之間
風沉默地掀起帽簷
像是不想回答
誰把我留在這裡
沒有出口、沒有門的世界
他們說長大是禮物
但這裡像關著記憶的倉庫
我走在翻倒的時鐘縫隙中
想記住昨天的聲音
又怕明天太安靜
我把考卷剪成紙飛機
朝著沒有回答的月亮飛去
如果夢能被回收
會不會換來真正的自由
誰讓我落在這裡
說我得夠堅強
但這顆玻璃做的心臟
怎麼扛得起世界的碰撞
我站在結冰的街頭大喊
如果沒人聽見──
那我就是自己的回聲
這城市的夜像一座沉默的垃圾山
我看見自己 縮在暗處
不是壞孩子，只是不知道去哪裡
不是不想被愛，只是不懂怎麼說出來
如果這是一則寓言
我不要當王子
我只想在某個故事裡
有人聽見我低聲說
我還在學著好好活成自己
........................................................................................
"Who Left Me Here"
A rain-soaked map lies quiet at the bus stop
I’m standing somewhere between "Start" and "End"
The wind lifts the brim of my cap, like it doesn’t want to answer
Who left me here— in a world with no doors, no way out?
They say growing up is a gift, but this place feels more like a vault of old memories
I walk the cracks between fallen clocks, trying to hold on to yesterday’s voice, scared that tomorrow might be too quiet
I cut my test papers into a paper plane and launched it toward a moon that never replies
If dreams could be recycled—
would they turn into real freedom?
Who dropped me here, and told me to be strong?
But this heart’s made of glass—
how can it take the weight of impact?
I shout into a frozen street, and if no one answers...
then I’ll become my own echo
The night in this city is a silent landfill
I see myself curled up in the shadows
Not a bad kid—just lost
Not unloved—just never knew how to ask
If this is some kind of fable, I don’t want to be the prince
I just want to live in a story where someone hears me whisper—
I'm still learning how to be me