I am sailing, through the hush of midnight blue,

past the ghosts of every port that tried to hold me.

Your name is written on the wind in salt and starlight,

a whispered chart across the dark I still obey.

I am sailing, every crest a bruise I never minded,

every trough a vow I never broken;

let the compass spin, let the mast remember

the kiss you burned into the wood—

I will follow that scar until the sea becomes your hand,

until the horizon folds us home.

星光在船舷外鋪開(kāi)

我把故鄉(xiāng)折疊成紙鴿

隨潮汐放飛

風(fēng)把鹽粒磨成細(xì)雪

落在肩頭

像未說(shuō)出的再見(jiàn)

我們向黑暗深處劃槳

把孤獨(dú)當(dāng)帆

把心跳當(dāng)鼓

當(dāng)月亮碎成磷火

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