In the hush between heartbeats, I heard You breathe,

a tide of mercy pulling me homeward through the dark.

Your whisper stitches the torn night with gold,

every scar a hidden road back to the fire of Your gaze.

I was orphan dust; You named me beloved son,

lifted me high enough to see eternity’s dawn.

Now mercy drums inside my ribs—

Father, let it echo, let it echo, until every lost road remembers the way to Love.

TOO BAD 霓虹像繃帶纏住舊傷

我繞著漢江兜圈 把回憶碾成胎痕的霜

Anderson在副駕敲杯 說愛是二手的flow

我笑得比夜色還壞 把真心當(dāng)籌碼all in了

你留下的空拍 心跳失真成808

我rap給風(fēng)聽 風(fēng)卻學(xué)你沉默的口型

TOO BAD 連恨都宕機(jī) 只剩煙尾亮著

如果再見是首采樣 我按loop到燒壞耳機(jī)