I look at you all See the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at the floor And I see it needs sweeping Still my guitar gently weeps I don't know why nobody told you How to unfold your love I don't know how someone controlled you They bought and sold you I look at the world And I notice, it's turning While my guitar gently weeps With every mistake We must surely be learning Still my guitar gently weeps I don't know how you were diverted You were perverted too I don't know how you were inverted No one alerted you I look from the wings At the play you are staging While my guitar gently weeps 'Cause I'm sitting here Doing nothing but aging Still my guitar gently weeps Dub the mic on the piano and quite low this Just keep it in my maracas, you know You know, those old pianos Okay, we're on Mouth, scene blurs the line between reality and imagination, dreamlike landscape, intriguing and captivating, evoking a sense of surreal beauty Negative prompt: malformation, bad anatomy, bad hands, missing fingers, cropped, low quality, bad quality, jpeg artifacts, watermark
我看着你们,看到那里的爱;当我的吉他轻轻地哭泣时,我看着地板,我发现它需要打扫,但我的吉他仍然轻轻地哭泣,我没有;我不知道为什么没有人告诉你如何表达你的爱;我不知道有人是怎么控制你的,他们买卖你,我看着这个世界,我注意到了;当我的吉他轻轻地哭泣时,每一个错误我们一定在学习,但我的吉他仍然轻轻地哭泣,我没有;我不知道你是怎么被转移注意力的,你也变态了,我不知道;我不知道你是怎么倒过来的,没有人提醒你,我从翅膀上看着你正在上演的戏剧,而我的吉他却在轻轻地哭泣;因为I';我坐在这里,什么也不做,只是变老了,我的吉他还在轻轻地哭泣。把钢琴上的麦克风调得很低,把它放在我的弹夹里