霓虹在雨里碎成光

我把名字折進(jìn)風(fēng)的口袋

閃電替誰(shuí)翻書(shū)

每一頁(yè)都是海

心跳隔著玻璃敲三下

回聲說(shuō)別怕

我們?cè)跓o(wú)人處

把黑暗唱成舞臺(tái)

Lazy boy on the velvet floor

Sunlight drips through the cracked blinds, asking for more

He’s got time in his pocket but he ain’t keeping score

Heartbeat slow like the ceiling fan’s lazy tour

Dreams stacked up like vinyl, too mellow to explore

Coffee gone cold, still staring at the unlocked door

Nothing to chase, nothing to ignore

Just the hush of the day and the night’s soft encore

In the hush between heartbeats, a silver thread ignites,

whisper of hope, soft as moonlight on shattered stone.

Through the cathedral of night, your breath becomes my hymn;

shadows retreat where your melody has shone.

Carry me, luminous wind, over oceans of rust and regret—

let every scar bloom into constellations above.

If darkness returns, I’ll echo your tender refrain,

a perpetual dawn, an eternal flame of love.

《The Still in My Storm》

烏云翻涌，霓虹碎成雨聲，

我聽(tīng)見(jiàn)心跳在玻璃上滑行。

風(fēng)把誓言吹得七零八落，

只剩你的呼吸，仍在我胸口恒溫。

城市旋轉(zhuǎn)，像失控的黑膠，

你的笑是針，輕輕落下——

所有噪音瞬間變成背景，

你眼里的藍(lán)，是我暴風(fēng)的眼睛。