If I should return through the hush of the tide,

Let the moon be the lamp where our memories bide.

I’ll walk the white shore where the wild roses burn,

Speak your name to the wind, feel the saltward return.

Years may lie heavy like snow on the mast,

Yet the echo you loaned me keeps singing steadfast.

Should dawn find me ghosted, my heartbeat unspurned,

Hold this shell to your ear—every roar is my vow to return.

Tokyo Rain，落在你睫毛的銀河

我聽(tīng)見(jiàn)，電車(chē)穿過(guò)夜的脈搏

霓虹像遺落的誓言，浮在積水里旋轉(zhuǎn)

你輕聲說(shuō)“さようなら”，卻比擁抱更溫?zé)?

雨幕替我們倒帶，把回憶刷成黑白

我在傘外，時(shí)間在傘內(nèi)停擺

若這是最后一場(chǎng) Tokyo Rain

請(qǐng)讓它淹沒(méi)我，別讓我醒來(lái)

Heartbeat – Marcus & Martinus

Written by：Magnus Bertelsen/Erik Fjeld

You said why am I holding on baby

你說(shuō)為什么我還在堅(jiān)持不放手 寶貝

Ooohh

I will never back down are you walking out of my life

我絕不放手 你真的要走出我的生活嗎

Saying you really don’t love me

說(shuō)你真的不愛(ài)我了

Ooohh

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In the moment, neon hums on the edge of the keys,

saxophone moonlight drips across my wrists like warm rain;

yesterday’s worries fold into a minor seventh,

tomorrow’s promises ride the kick-drum pulse.

Close your eyes, let the bass line carry the weight,

every heartbeat a hi-hat spark in velvet dark.

We are vinyl spinning silver,

grooves of now too deep to skip—

breathe the chord, taste the reverb,

tonight is a repeat button pressed by starlight.

Help me out, the night’s a silent shout

neon bones and broken radios

your ghost still rides the dashboard light

I’m steering through the static of goodbye

Help me out, this heart’s a borrowed room

echoes pay the rent with every beat

I keep dialing empty afternoons

your number sings then cuts the line to bleed

lift me from the wreck of yesterday

just one more pulse, I’ll find the open gate

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