霧在引擎蓋上燃燒，

我把方向盤擰成指南針的尖叫，

輪胎嚼碎昨日的名牌，

把碎屑吐向倒流的黎明。

導(dǎo)航說左轉(zhuǎn)是地獄，

我偏把右燈當(dāng)作星星摁亮，

公里數(shù)像逃學(xué)的秒表，

一路把時(shí)間撕成風(fēng)箏。

若盡頭仍是紅燈，

就讓剎車在胸口畢業(yè)，

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Lick it slow, let the bass drip down your spine

Neon tongue on the beat, we melt the night into wine

Drip-drop, sugar shock, every pore a new high

I’m the glitch in your skin, you the spark in my sky

Lick it—flip the tempo, make the void scream yes

In the sweat of the strobe we confess with no dress

Taste the echo, chase the shadow, never swallow the lie

Just lick it, lick it, let the fever never die

Pure Ocean, wash the static from my name

Moonlit tide, erase the footprints of the day

I dive through coral shadows, heart unclocks

Your salt dissolves the cage around my pulse

Endless blue choir, sing me back to light

Every breath a bubble of forgiven time

I surface—lungs of glass, eyes of sky

Pure Ocean, keep me open, keep me tide-kissed, never dry