黑旗獵獵，晨霧如鐵，

我們踩著潮汐的鼓點(diǎn)劈開(kāi)世界；

火炮是心跳，朗姆是血，

把昨夜的星辰兌成狂野。

向左——骷髏在笑，

向右——桅桿在裂，

船頭撕碎地平線(xiàn)，

把生死折進(jìn)浪的頁(yè)。

當(dāng)號(hào)角淹沒(méi)風(fēng)暴，

當(dāng)金幣沉入深淵，

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霓虹像刀鋒，劃破掌心宿命線(xiàn)

我在廢墟出口，把理想折成紙飛機(jī)

血泊里翻找微弱火焰，照亮黑暗前路

耳機(jī)里心跳蓋過(guò)嘲笑

我用裂縫里的光，寫(xiě)下生的決心

把每一次窒息，當(dāng)成重生序章

掙扎若宿命，那就刻進(jìn)骨頭

直到我倒下，也要向天空高舉拳頭

讓夜聽(tīng)見(jiàn)我的聲音——我仍相信！

I’m the king of the skyline, crown of neon and rust,

throne on a rooftop where the subway sighs like a busted lung.

I count my scars in graffiti, each tag a knight that bled for me;

my scepter’s a rusted antenna conducting midnight electricity.

Below, the avenues bow in sodium light,

rows of yellow jesters kneel, taxis blink in fright.

I speak once—echoes riot, bricks answer back with flame;

one whisper and the whole damn city remembers my name.

I rule without mercy, yet love every shattered street,

because broken concrete’s the only crown that’ll never cheat.