當(dāng)海潮輕掩星光的被，

月光在浪尖悄悄墜，

我聽見深藍(lán)的心跳低回，

像你的呼吸貼著我脊背。

沙粒細(xì)數(shù)未寄出的淚，

泡沫把故事吹成灰，

我們在靜默里慢慢下潛，

讓世界的噪獨(dú)自成灰。

若黎明終要把夢碾碎，

愿余溫隨暗流不退，

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December’s frost on my dashboard lights,

I’m still driving past your silent house.

Every streetlight hums the nights

we swore the cold would never bite.

Snowflakes bruise like cigarette burns,

your ghost rides shotgun, never turns.

I sing the chorus we never wrote—

off-key, alone, but still afloat.

If winter steals the last of day,

let this car stereo keep us awake.

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