Distant star, keep burning through the black,

I send my name on radio waves that never call me back.

Your silver ghost drifts over midnight roofs and empty cars,

I trace your orbit in the frost that grows across my heart.

If light is just a memory of fire that used to be,

then hold the dark together when the night forgets to breathe.

I’ll wait, a silent antenna on this spinning, nameless blue,

until your ancient signal falls like grace I never knew.

霓虹未冷 夜把鐘樓漆成灰

我踩著電線上 銹火花追

風(fēng)把舊廣告 一頁頁撕碎

像去年約定 在空中徘徊

你窗前的燈 還亮著嗎

隔著整座城 回答我——

“若光也迷路 就點(diǎn)燃自己吧”

于是我把心臟 掛上桅桿

讓每一次跳動 為遠(yuǎn)方導(dǎo)航

哪怕霧霾如墻 回聲冰涼

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