🦉✨🐿️白玫瑰｜The White Rose｜La Rosa Bianca | 張開的雙手｜Open Hands｜Le Mani Aperte

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ 🩵Lyrics: Fabio Zanchetta & BlueWhale 🦋Music Arrangements: Fabio Zanchetta & Bluewhale 🦉Cover Art: Fabio Zanchetta All Lyrics, Music & Cover Art: Copyright © 2026 Fabio Zanchetta Copyright © 2026 BlueWhale All Rights Reserved ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ ✨🌿💙English Lyrics Below💙🌿✨✨ ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ [Intro] [fingerstyle acoustic guitar, soft piano chords] [Verse 1] [spoken word male vocals] 我先看見了你的手 然後才看見你的臉 那雙手緊緊抓著 一隻黑色漆皮手袋的提手 緊得像抓著欄杆 彷彿下面就是深淵 指節發白 手指彎的不成樣子 我想 這是一個緊抓著什麼不放的人 因為其餘的一切 都已從他手中流走 [Verse 2] [acoustic guitar continues, piano adds melodic flourishes] 我不知道 自己為什麼會那樣做 牆邊有一叢白玫瑰 那種沒人修剪 卻偏偏開得倔強的玫瑰 我還沒來得及抬眼看你 就已經摘下了一朵 等我終於看清你的臉 花已在我手中 而我沒有任何解釋 給你，我說，我承認 這實在算不上詩 你不得不鬆開手袋的提手 來接住它 只鬆開了一隻手 但好歹是一隻 [Chorus] [singing male vocals, bass and soft drums enter] 我們沒有說要去哪裡 因為誰也不知道 我們只是走著這就夠了 [spoken word] 路是那種紅土鋪成的 沾上鞋就再也甩不掉 但我注意到 當你笑起來的時候 你的肩膀便落下了一寸 而紅土 [singing] 一直在默默做著它的工作 弄髒你的鞋 洗淨你其餘的一切 [Chorus] [full band, strings enter] 白玫瑰慢慢綻放 把花瓣交給風 不是回到從前的模樣 而是成為真正的自己 你的雙手慢慢鬆開 像冬雪會結束 也許痊癒不是緊握不放 而是學會綻放 [Verse 3] [spoken word, drums drop out to soft kick] 夜晚 我們坐在一段矮石牆上 頭頂是一輪灰色而飽滿的月亮 像一枚被太多雙手摸舊的錢幣 就是在那裡 你真正開口了 至於你說了什麼 我不會講 有些故事屬於講述的人 不屬於聆聽的人 [singing] 但我要說的是你說著話 而你擱在膝上的雙手 正慢慢張開你自己毫無察覺 就像花開 從不需要誰的允許 月亮沒有發表任何評論 那是它的本分 聽進一切 絕不外傳 [Bridge] [acoustic guitar arpeggios, piano swells] 你低頭看了看手裡的玫瑰 它掉了一片花瓣 它凋謝了你說 它在開放 我說 [Chorus] [full band, high energy] 白玫瑰慢慢綻放 把花瓣交給風 不是回到從前的模樣 而是成為真正的自己 你的雙手慢慢鬆開 像冬雪會結束 也許痊癒不是緊握不放 而是學會綻放 [Outro] [spoken word, music fades to acoustic guitar and piano] 最後一天 我們沒有走路 我們坐下 只是坐著 在草地上盤起腿 面對一輪不慌不忙升起的橙色太陽 那不是冥想 那或許就是 我們沒有手冊 只是一起靜靜待著並且發現 寂靜 若有兩個人分擔 便只剩一半重量 [singing] 某一刻我看了看你的手 它們張開著擱在膝上 掌心向天 那隻漆皮手袋 躺在一步之外的草叢裡 像一層褪下的舊皮被遺忘了 那朵玫瑰此刻已盛開 潔白，蓬鬆 美得恰恰因為它不再努力保持完整 [Chorus] [full band, strings] 白玫瑰慢慢綻放 潔白而自由地盛開 不再害怕失去花瓣 不再害怕風吹過來 你的雙手放下黑夜 放下了那些漫長歲月 痊癒不是回到從前 而是成為此刻的自己 你的雙手鬆開憂傷 像潮汐離開沙岸 也許痊癒不是緊握不放 而是學會 張開雙手 [spoken word] 不知過了多久了 這是第一次 你的雙手 什麼也沒有緊握著 [final piano chord] 🦋✨🦋✨🦋✨🦋✨🦋✨🦋✨🦋 🌞English Lyrics [Short Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1 — Near Spoken] I saw your hands before I saw your face They were holding to a black leather purse The way someone holds a railing When there’s nothing below but empty air White knuckles Bent fingers A quiet fear Trying not to fall I don’t know why I did it There was a white rose by the wall The kind nobody tends The kind that blooms anyway And before I even looked at you I had already picked one [Soft Sung] Here That’s all I said No poetry No wisdom Just a flower And for one brief moment You had to let go To take it [Verse 2 — Soft Sung] We never said where we were going Neither of us knew We only walked And somehow That was enough The road was made of red earth The kind that follows you home Like a postcard you never asked for You kept the purse beneath your arm You kept the rose inside your jacket And every now and then You looked at it As if checking Whether kindness was a trick I talked too much You talked too little But every time you laughed Your shoulders fell A little closer to the earth And the red earth Was doing its work Dirtying your shoes And cleaning the rest of you [Chorus — Sung] And the white rose opened slowly Losing petals to the wind Not becoming what it once was Becoming what it had always been And your hands began to loosen Like winter learning how to end Maybe healing isn’t holding on Maybe healing is opening [Verse 3 — Spoken and Sung] The moon found us Sitting on a low stone wall Grey and worn Like an old coin Passed through too many hands That was the night You finally spoke I won’t tell what you said Some stories belong To the one who tells them But while you were speaking Your hands were opening Slowly Without knowing Like flowers That never asked permission to bloom The moon said nothing That’s what the moon does It listens And tells no one Maybe that’s why We tell the moon the true things You looked at the rose And saw a fallen petal “It’s getting ruined” You said [Pause] “It’s opening” I answered [Bridge — Mostly Spoken] The last day We didn’t walk We simply sat Cross-legged in the grass Facing an orange sun Rising without hurry Like a gentleman Maybe it was meditation Maybe it wasn’t We didn’t have a manual We were only still Together And discovered That silence Shared between two people Weighs half as much I looked at your hands Resting on your knees Palms turned upward The purse lay forgotten One step away Like an old skin The rose was fully open now White Untidy Beautiful Because it was no longer trying To stay whole [Final Chorus — Sung] And the white rose opened slowly White and beautiful and wild Never trying to stay unbroken Never trying to stay a child And your hands released the darkness They had carried for so long Healing isn’t going backward It’s becoming what we are And the white rose opened slowly Losing petals to the sky Not returning to the beginning Not afraid to say goodbye And your hands let go of sorrow Like a tide releasing sand Maybe healing isn’t holding on Maybe healing is opening your hands [Outro] And for the first time in who knows how long Your hands Were holding on to nothing [Outro-instrumentals fade into silence] [End]