引擎在胸口點(diǎn)燃，

公路撕開(kāi)夜色，

速度是我的母語(yǔ)，

風(fēng)在耳邊說(shuō)：

“沒(méi)有終點(diǎn)，只有沖破。”

剎車(chē)線早已生銹，

規(guī)則在倒后鏡里碎成塵土。

我把極限甩在身后，

讓心跳當(dāng)鼓，

讓霓虹做譜，

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No limits, no skyline, I’m burning the map,

gravity’s gossip—I laugh in its lap.

Heartbeat’s a drum kit, ribs rattling gold,

every “impossible” story gets told.

I sprint through the echo of doors that slammed shut,

boots full of stardust, soul sewn with gut.

From zero to omni, the cosmos my route—

watch me redraw forever with each breath I out-spout.