Night breeze, whisper through the wires,

carry the last spark of my city’s heart.

Neon sighs, chrome dreams in the wires,

your cool fingers wipe the heat apart.

I ride the grid, headphones full of static,

chasing the ghost of a 3 a.m. song.

Every streetlight bleeds electric blue,

and every shadow sings along.

Night breeze, keep me floating,

just a pixel in your midnight tide.

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Tatiana Day，雪落在涅瓦街的盡頭，

你睫毛上刻著冬宮的鐘聲。

我偷走你手套里最后一枚硬幣，

換伏特加在血液里點(diǎn)燃白夜。

你說“畢業(yè)就向東”，

卻把列寧勛章埋進(jìn)我的口琴——

吹過，吹化，

吹成三月河面碎裂的月光。

Tatiana，名字是冰做的，

喊一次，短一次，

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