Zaina，風(fēng)把沙丘寫成你的名字，

我騎在月光的駝峰上，

用一根古老的弦，

把心跳調(diào)成你的頻率。

鹽與蜜在你的睫毛上打仗，

我偷走失敗者，

藏進(jìn)我空蕩的口袋，

讓它在夜里發(fā)芽成燈。

Zaina，當(dāng)我呼出一朵你的名字，

整個(gè)沙漠開始下雨。

Moonlight drips on your shoulder blades,

I trace the silver, promise I won’t fade.

Heartbeat syncs with the vinyl crackle,

every breath you steal’s a spark I tackle.

Who loving you when the city goes mute?

Who loving you when the mirrors lie too?

I’m the echo that answers back,

hands in your hair, midnight on track.

If dawn tries to take you, I’ll fight the sun—

stay, stay, stay, we’re still the one.