從破布到戒指，我縫過夜的裂縫，

地鐵的風(fēng)啃我骨，夢在指縫冒煙，

我把銹鐵敲成節(jié)奏，心跳當(dāng)鼓點，

一躍翻過霓虹債墻，把貧窮甩成背影。

舊鞋踏碎質(zhì)疑，汗水煉成金粉，

我把名字寫進(jìn)晨空，讓曙光為我簽名，

此刻戒指旋亮，像口琴里的藍(lán)調(diào)，

告訴每條寒街：破布也能升起旗幟。

I like shiny things, but next to you I’m paper-thin,

you creased my heart like origami, wore it on your sleeve in the rain.

We sketched forever in diner ink, promised with lemonade lips,

dancing barefoot on the courthouse steps, pennies in our shoes for the thrill.

So kiss me in the copy-shop glow, let the staplers sing along,

I’ll trade diamonds for these paper rings, if I’m still the tune in your back-pocket song.

Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany’s，Bloody Mary 圣瑪麗，

鉆石小發(fā)夾，閃到?jīng)]天理。

刷張黑卡，像刷個濾鏡，

閨蜜排排坐，全變Ari。

七枚小戒指，鎖住月光，

把煩惱賣成口紅，涂個精光。

誰還要童話？老娘自己寫，

香檳泡泡升天，壞情緒全滅。