霓虹熔化的午夜，我赤腳穿過你的巷口，

心跳像失速的鼓，敲在發(fā)燙的柏油。

你說“別抬頭”，可流星正撕碎我的借口——

愛是殘忍的夏，把吻烙成傷口。

我喊你名字，回聲像煙火墜落在胸口；

人群散場，只剩蟬鳴替我守口如瓶。

若這是夢，別叫醒我，

讓滾燙的謊再燒一分鐘，

燒到楓葉紅，燒到雪落，

燒到我終于敢回頭——

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Cruel midnight, neon baptizes the bruise

your name drips off the hour like honeyed glue.

I keep dancing on the blade of the last kiss—

it spins, it sings, it splits the heat in two.

Siren city howls “stay,” but the dawn’s a loaded gun;

I wear your echo like diamonds in the screaming sun.

Devil’s summer, swear I’d drown just to feel the dive,

but every wave that takes me still keeps us alive.