Midnight bleeds through the blinds,

her perfume still a ghost on my sweater.

Your text glows—“I miss you”—

but I’m kissing blame in another’s mouth.

Heart splits like headphones,

left side loyalty, right side lust,

both beats out of sync.

If I pull the truth like a knife,

will we bleed out or stitch?

Either way, the night keeps score—

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凌晨三點(diǎn)，你頭像還亮著

我循環(huán)舊語音，像沒放下的碟

說散就散，你比煙還干脆

我卻在副歌里，一遍遍追悔

想拉黑，又怕你徹底黑進(jìn)我夢內(nèi)

這Dilemma，比節(jié)拍更重拍

愛你是我戒不掉的Remake

剪了發(fā)，剪不斷你留的鼓點(diǎn)

新的混音，舊的淚，同步出軌

若刪掉回憶，整首歌會不會崩碎

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Pimmie’s dilemma—

neon midnight, heart on redline,

too fast to feel, too loud to lie.

She loops the future in a 4/4 cry,

beats bruise the sky, tears vaporize.

Love’s a glitch she can’t rewrite,

so she spins the pain, double-time,

lets the bass eat the night.

If joy’s a drug, let her OD tonight—

speed it up, blur the lines,

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我在凌晨三點(diǎn)的便利店

買下一罐過期的明天

標(biāo)簽?zāi)：瑓s印著

你去年說過的永遠(yuǎn)

拉開鐵環(huán)，泡沫溢出

像那場沒結(jié)果的夏天

我仰頭喝下，喉嚨里

全是回聲與虧欠

時(shí)間被折疊成易拉罐

握得越緊，越變形

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PIMMIE’S DILEMMA – Pim/PARTYNEXTDOOR/Drake (德雷克)

TME享有本翻譯作品的著作權(quán)

Produced by：IMOVEKILOZ

Please don’t go out with your friends

別跟你那些狐朋狗友瞎混

They don’t ever keep you in check

他們不會約束你半分

They gon’ let you do whatever

只會放任你沉淪

And blame it on the liquor oh

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I’m caught in a midnight ride,

Chrome wheels spinning like the thoughts I hide—

Your name on my phone, his shadow on your door,

Perfume on the breeze, guilt on the floor.

Touch me once, I swear it’s sin;

Miss me twice, I’m lost again.

Moonlight confesses what we won’t say:

Love me, leave me—either way, I stay.

Dilemma – Apink (????)

詞：B.E.P/Jeon goon

曲：B.E.P/Jeon goon

編曲：Rado

??：

???? you never love me

你說一切結(jié)束了?你從未愛過我

?? ?? ?? ???

你說一切都回不到以前了

??：

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I’m caught in your dusk, perfume like weed smoke in my lungs,

texting my ex like “yo, I still love her,” thumbs numb.

You FaceTime naked, pixel gold on my cracked screen,

I lie to her, lie to you, lie to the gap in between.

Ride with the .45 under the seat, heart louder than the drum,

every left turn feels right till the sirecies hum.

Kelly on the hook, heaven in the rearview, hell in the passenger seat—

tell me who I’m losin’ if I press delete.