想亲吻你的脸颊怎么胆怯呢，想起你了，心跳快了，是不是天真浪漫了。是哪首歌歌词，求歌名和完整歌词。

你的color

作曲：柳丁

作词：柳丁&小月

编曲：卢永雄

后期：胡永嘉

距离拉近了感觉

再不跟你说再见

灰霾的阴天 有你的出现

也会变成了晴天

若即若离的感觉

有种真实的错觉

想好好珍惜 相聚的时刻

尊严又让我走远

想亲吻你的 脸颊怎么会胆怯呢

想起你了

心跳快了

似乎是天真烂漫的

瞳孔的颜色怎么变成你的color

想起你了

心跳快了

告诉我到底怎么了

《你的color》创作灵感来源于一部**《初恋这件小事》。歌词大概描述了**主角之间距离拉近，产生感情，对爱情懵懵懂懂，若即若离的感觉。

Auguries of Innocence 天真之歌

by William Blake (1757 – 1827)

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour

A Robin Red breast in a Cage

Puts all Heaven in a Rage

A dove house fill'd with doves & Pigeons

Shudders Hell thro' all its regions

A dog starv'd at his Master's Gate

Predicts the ruin of the State

A Horse misus'd upon the Road

Calls to Heaven for Human blood

Each outcry of the hunted Hare

A fibre from the Brain does tear

A Skylark wounded in the wing,

A Cherubim does cease to sing

The Game Cock clipp'd and arm'd for fight

Does the Rising Sun affright

Every Wolf's & Lion's howl

Raises from Hell a Human Soul

The wild deer, wand'ring here & there,

Keeps the Human Soul from Care

The Lamb misus'd breeds public strife

And yet forgives the Butcher's Knife

The Bat that flits at close of Eve

Has left the Brain that won't believe

The Owl that calls upon the Night

Speaks the Unbeliever's fright

He who shall hurt the little Wren

Shall never be belov'd by Men

He who the Ox to wrath has mov'd

Shall never be by Woman lov'd

The wanton Boy that kills the Fly

Shall feel the Spider's enmity

He who torments the Chafer's sprite

Weaves a Bower in endless Night

The Catterpillar on the Leaf

Repeats to thee thy Mother's grief

Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly,

For the Last Judgement draweth nigh

He who shall train the Horse to War

Shall never pass the Polar Bar

The Beggar's Dog & Widow's Cat,

Feed them & thou wilt grow fat

The Gnat that sings his Summer's song

Poison gets from Slander's tongue

The poison of the Snake & Newt

Is the sweat of Envy's Foot

The poison of the Honey Bee

Is the Artist's Jealousy

The Prince's Robes & Beggars' Rags 王

Are Toadstools on the Miser's Bags

A truth that's told with bad intent

Beats all the Lies you can invent

It is right it should be so;

Man was made for Joy & Woe;

And when this we rightly know

Thro' the World we safely go

Joy & Woe are woven fine,

A Clothing for the Soul divine;

Under every grief & pine

Runs a joy with silken twine

The Babe is more than swadling Bands;

Throughout all these Human Lands

Tools were made, & born were hands,

Every Farmer Understands

Every Tear from Every Eye

Becomes a Babe in Eternity

This is caught by Females bright

And return'd to its own delight

The Bleat, the Bark, Bellow & Roar

Are Waves that Beat on Heaven's Shore

The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath

Writes Revenge in realms of death

The Beggar's Rags, fluttering in Air,

Does to Rags the Heavens tear

The Soldier arm'd with Sword & Gun,

Palsied strikes the Summer's Sun

The poor Man's Farthing is worth more

Than all the Gold on Afric's Shore

One Mite wrung from the Labrer's hands

Shall buy & sell the Miser's lands:

Or, if protected from on high,

Does that whole Nation sell & buy

He who mocks the Infant's Faith

Shall be mock'd in Age & Death

He who shall teach the Child to Doubt

The rotting Grave shall ne'er get out

He who respects the Infant's faith

Triumph's over Hell & Death

The Child's Toys & the Old Man's Reasons

Are the Fruits of the Two seasons

The Questioner, who sits so sly,

Shall never know how to Reply

He who replies to words of Doubt

Doth put the Light of Knowledge out

The Strongest Poison ever known

Came from Caesar's Laurel Crown

Nought can deform the Human Race

Like the Armour's iron brace

When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow

To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow

A Riddle or the Cricket's Cry

Is to Doubt a fit Reply

The Emmet's Inch & Eagle's Mile

Make Lame Philosophy to smile

He who Doubts from what he sees

Will ne'er believe, do what you Please

If the Sun & Moon should doubt

They'd immediately Go out

To be in a Passion you Good may do,

But no Good if a Passion is in you

The Whore & Gambler, by the State

Licenc'd, build that Nation's Fate

The Harlot's cry from Street to Street

Shall weave Old England's winding Sheet

The Winner's Shout, the Loser's Curse,

Dance before dead England's Hearse

Every Night & every Morn

Some to Misery are Born

Every Morn & every Night

Some are Born to sweet Delight

Some are born to Endless Night

We are led to Believe a Lie

When we see not Thro' the Eye

Which was Born in a Night to Perish in a Night

When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light

God Appears & God is Light

To those poor Souls who dwell in the Night,

But does a Human Form Display

To those who dwell in realms of Day

Auguries of Innocence

William Blake (1757-1827)