穿過(guò)霧的夜，我聽(tīng)見(jiàn)心跳回應(yīng)星光，

風(fēng)把舊夢(mèng)撕裂，卻托舉隱形翅膀；

我在深淵里奔跑，影子被黎明拉長(zhǎng)，

每一次微弱喘息，都是向光的詩(shī)行。

讓灰燼擁抱火焰，讓沉默學(xué)會(huì)歌唱，

縱然淚仍滾燙，已映出東方微亮；

當(dāng)世界傾塌成墻，我把裂縫當(dāng)門窗，

向著光——跌倒也是飛翔。

The Last String – Jacoo/Oneira

You have your sorrow see grading your skin

你黯然神傷 蝕骨銷魂

Let me pull the last string for the last time for the last time

讓我最后一次向你遞出救命稻草

With all your worries you’re standing so still

你滿懷憂慮 靜靜地矗立

Let me come and see for the last time for the last time

讓我最后再來(lái)看看你 再來(lái)看看你

Out of the frost, I hear you call my name,

ghost notes of hope that spark a muted flame.

Through iron night I walk the wire,

each breath a vow to climb it higher.

Shadows pull, but your promise sings,

cracking the dark like dawn on wings.

Heartbeat drums where silence grew,

I trade my fear for drops of blue.

Towards the light, I strip the weight,

step by step, I recreate.

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