星光落在肩　風(fēng)把舊日名字吹遠(yuǎn)

腳印燒成線　連到月亮背面

我聽(tīng)見(jiàn)心跳敲著無(wú)聲的鼓點(diǎn)

在黑夜深處　把失落都點(diǎn)燃

若迷路就抬頭　銀河是隱形的橋

淚光會(huì)結(jié)晶　化作掌心方向的鑰

讓每一次顫抖　都成為羽翼的潮

把孤獨(dú)唱成歌　回聲就是明朝

In the moonlit hush where the cedars sigh,

I drew the Esmerald Sword from the sky—

its blade a green flame, my heartbeat the chord,

every slash a vow the mountains once roared.

Sparks write your name across obsidian air,

ghosts of lost choirs tremble, silver and bare;

I lift the gleam higher, let the sorrow ignite,

and carve a new dawn from the marrow of night.