樹影低垂，夜色舒展

我聽見葉子在悄悄生長(zhǎng)

像手指輕觸沉默的塵土

風(fēng)把名字吹散在枝椏之間

光的碎片慢慢沉入根須

呼吸比時(shí)間還輕

誰(shuí)在黑暗里數(shù)著心跳

數(shù)到一棵樹的盡頭

你站在無(wú)人之處

聽樹的手指

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銀藍(lán)脈動(dòng)在指縫蘇醒

億萬(wàn)微光沿骨節(jié)攀升

呼吸是潮，皮膚是巖

你在最柔軟的褶皺里

聽見宇宙輕輕翻頁(yè)

塵埃開花，時(shí)間脫殼

一粒心跳孵出銀河

此刻無(wú)人，此刻我們

在光年的搖籃里

把寂靜

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薄霧吻著湖面

我牽著風(fēng)的指尖

時(shí)間在松針上打盹

像一首未寫完的詩(shī)

你把呼吸疊成紙船

放進(jìn)我掌心的潮汐

光，一寸寸軟下來(lái)

把世界磨成琥珀

此刻沒(méi)有名字

只有心跳在霧中發(fā)芽

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Fall through the silence, silver-blue descent,

your name a soft chord the wind never spent.

I open like parachutes over midnight seas,

each breath a ribbon of mercury.

Glowworms write our pulse across the black,

time folds into feathers, we never look back.

Hold this slow flare—hear the skyline break;

in the hush between heartbeats, we stay awake.

穿過(guò)霧的夜，我聽見心跳回應(yīng)星光，

風(fēng)把舊夢(mèng)撕裂，卻托舉隱形翅膀；

我在深淵里奔跑，影子被黎明拉長(zhǎng)，

每一次微弱喘息，都是向光的詩(shī)行。

讓灰燼擁抱火焰，讓沉默學(xué)會(huì)歌唱，

縱然淚仍滾燙，已映出東方微亮；

當(dāng)世界傾塌成墻，我把裂縫當(dāng)門窗，

向著光——跌倒也是飛翔。

Miles away, your voice still drifts like smoke across the lake,

Every echo is a streetlight left on for my sake.

I walk the white lines, counting heartbeats into space,

Your name a quiet pulse in every tire-marked embrace.

Headlights bloom like frost, then die against the glass,

I keep the night on just to watch the shadows pass.

Though distance hums a highway through my ribs and veins,

Your silence is the compass that keeps pulling me home again.

Six forty seven, the sky still leaks your name,

neon rain on the windshield like the code you never sent.

I fold the hour small enough to pocket,

but it hums—analog ache—through the seams.

Headlights swim upstream, every reflection your ghost

in slow glass, repeating the goodbye I never answered.

Dashboard clock melts; I drive circles into dawn,

hoping the loop will wear your echo thin.

流蘇垂落 像未寄出的信

夜色把城市打成柔軟的結(jié)

你的指尖 在玻璃上寫雪

我聽見 無(wú)聲的告別

風(fēng)把街燈吹成搖晃的月

我們站在影子里練習(xí)飛

一句話 被呼吸吹成蝶

落在唇邊 不敢凋謝

如果名字能被光寫進(jìn)永遠(yuǎn)

就讓這秒 懸成透明的線

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