Breaktime，把鬧鐘關(guān)成靜音，

讓心跳在鍵盤縫里偷個(gè)情。

咖啡蒸汽是云，我躺在椅背的海，

一分鐘的假期，也足夠浪到天際。

球鞋替皮鞋說話，耳機(jī)把老板靜音，

秒針慢成蝸牛，世界按下暫停。

別叫醒我，報(bào)告等會(huì)兒再靠近，

Breaktime 是我的任意門，此刻正流行。

Golden haze on your shoulder,

bassline drips like summer rain;

you flick a glance, my pulse folds over,

playing keep-away with my name.

Whisper-tricks in the moonlit static,

laughing just beyond my reach;

every touch is almost-magic,

every exit leaves a breach.

Tease me, free me,

spin me through the spark;

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電梯門合，城市慢動(dòng)作，

霓虹在鋼索上數(shù)拍子，

我按下降鍵，像按暫停的宇宙，

讓心跳在金屬廂里回聲。

樓層燈一格一格熄，

像刪掉白日的彈幕，

只剩Kevin MacLeod的鋼琴粒子

在頭頂盤旋，溫柔又透明。

抵達(dá)負(fù)一，夜風(fēng)按下播放，

我把未出口的嘆息

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Take me higher than the skyline’s glow,

Where city lights fade and the jetstreams flow.

Heartbeat drops with a synthwave dive,

Every breath reboots, I’m finally alive.

Pixels blaze across a midnight sea,

Your name repeats in the melody.

We’ll never crash if we just believe—

Hold the rise, press play, never leave.

Up on this lift we’re infinite, free,

Tobu’s got wings; come fly with me.