A long time ago, the stars knew our names,

we danced in the smoke of forgotten flames;

your laugh was a lantern I still follow home,

a ghost in the static, a song in the foam.

Years drift like embers, the night eats the day,

but your echo keeps burning the dark away.

If time is a river, then love is the stone

I skip through the waters, alone, alone.

Black Sea, swallow the sun in my chest,

your salt stitches shut every vow I broke.

I row on the echo of her last breath—

each ripple a black-note that never arrives.

Moon bleeds silver, names the wind “goodbye,”

I drink it like arsenic, grow colder inside.

If I drown, let the dark keep the shape of her eyes;

if I float, carry the lie to the other side.

夜把霓虹拆成碎片，

我踩著玻璃般的從前。

你的笑在手機(jī)里擱淺，

一句 bye 像雪落進(jìn)煙。

我試著把淚調(diào)成和弦，

心跳卻打翻舊誓言。

愛(ài)燒成灰還亮著冷焰，

燙得我再也舉不起昨天。

如果遺忘是一場(chǎng)遷徙，

為何我仍在原地，

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Impossible，不是終點(diǎn)，是夜末的閃電

我踩著碎夢(mèng)，把鐵銹哼成鼓點(diǎn)

風(fēng)嘲笑聲帶，卻吹不滅火的碎片

若宿命是墻，我用回聲拆磚

血里長(zhǎng)出玫瑰，逆風(fēng)也要開(kāi)遍

Impossible，一聲怒吼，把天震裂

看我在深淵，把倒影舉過(guò)頭頂——讓黑暗閉眼

Help me, the night is a blade that keeps carving my name

on the cracked glass of every promise we made.

Your echo’s a rope tightening softly around

the last pulse of hope that still dares to make sound.

I’m barefoot on memories, bleeding in rhyme,

screaming at shadows that keep stealing my time.

Lift me where dawn never asks who’s to blame—

help me remember the colour of shame.

霓虹在耳膜里滴落

低音把夜色揉成粉末

我踩著心跳的鼓點(diǎn)

穿過(guò)沉默的銀河

你的呼吸是高頻電波

燙著我的脈搏

別讓這刻真空

讓低音炮替我說(shuō)

把名字寫(xiě)進(jìn)副歌

重復(fù)到宇宙盡頭

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霓虹切開(kāi)夜色 引擎在脈搏里點(diǎn)火

把質(zhì)疑碾成塵 讓輪胎寫(xiě)未來(lái)的輪廓

心跳像808 震碎所有“不可能”的鎖

抬頭 銀河倒灌 眼底仍燒著一團(tuán)火

汗水標(biāo)價(jià)夢(mèng)想 我把壓力兌成助推

當(dāng)晨曦翻頁(yè) 名字刻進(jìn)光年的刻度

霓虹在凌晨三點(diǎn)褪色

你的輪廓卻像月亮不肯落

我數(shù)著街燈倒數(shù)寂寞

每一盞都在喊你的名字——About You

風(fēng)把誓言吹得稀薄

我仍用舊信封收集心跳

若你回頭 哪怕一秒

我整座沙漠會(huì)瞬間開(kāi)出玫瑰潮

Cosmos 在我掌心旋轉(zhuǎn)

黑夜把呼吸磨成鏡面

我沿星軌漂流 只為聆聽(tīng)

你名字碎裂的光年

風(fēng)把舊塵埃吹成雪

落在睫毛上 不肯熄滅

我把余溫折成紙船

放進(jìn)你瞳孔的深淵

如果宇宙終將冷卻

就讓這秒滾燙成永遠(yuǎn)

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