I’m not sorry for the midnight calls,

for the salt I poured on all your walls.

I’m not sorry that I glow too loud,

that I left your shadow in the crowd.

I’m not sorry for the echo in my chest,

for loving loud, for leaving less.

I bloom in the cracks you couldn’t seal—

if that hurts, baby, learn to feel.

I’m not sorry for the nights I vanished,

for the texts I left on blue,

for the me you tried to cage—

I flew.

pH-1 on the track, Youngji in my veins,

Slom’s kick hits like guilt,

but I rinsed it off in rain.

I loved you in flashes,

now I’m lens out of focus—

every frame says “sorry,”

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小小的我 踮腳張望

你低頭 世界就安靜了

風(fēng)也學(xué)會 放慢呼吸

只為我 把這句喜歡你

吹進你 掌心

我口袋 藏著星星

想給你 整個夜空

別笑我 太輕

你一句 “嗯”

我就 有了 重量