黑色短裙在凌晨兩點閃光

霓虹像刀鋒割開失眠的窗

我們并肩站在無名的街角

心跳是鼓點 節(jié)奏是逃亡

你眼里的霧比夜色更滾燙

我嘴邊的謊來不及被拆穿

黑裙一擺 世界翻進深淵

誰的名字碎在指尖

別說話 讓沉默替我們點燃

下一秒的瘋狂

I’m still in my wedding dress, white as the lie I lived,

waiting for hands that never reached—

they were holding her instead.

Every lace holds a breath I never let go,

every pearl’s a tear you never saw.

I spin alone to the song we never danced,

veil like a ghost that won’t leave the aisle.

Say her name once more, watch the silk burn,

ashes of “forever” clinging to my skin.

Carve my name in the sweat on your collar,

lipstick constellation across your chest—

this silence is louder than stadiums,

every breath a drumbeat under this dress.

Faith splinters on the floor like pearls,

but your thumb keeps the world from tearing.

We’re a secret written in wet silk,

a red flare shot through midnight’s curtain.

Hold me till the clock forgets its numbers,

let the fabric confess what we’ll never say.