黑白鍵落雨，舊夢(mèng)在木紋里呼吸，

我把未寄出的信，折成低音的嘆息；

月光踩碎在指尖，回聲像你的名，

每一遍練習(xí)，都是偷偷擁抱的距離。

和弦問(wèn)我還好嗎，我笑著不回答，

讓心事隨踏板，沉進(jìn)沉默的泥沙；

若愛(ài)有未完章節(jié)，請(qǐng)讓休止替我守，

在琴蓋合上前，把淚光練成沙。

How much pain can a soul conceal?

I done lost brothers, still pay they phone bill.

Mama cried oceans, I dove, no gills.

Countin’ blessings in the dark, no deals.

Heart froze, still the block hot—

Dreams in a Ziploc, next to the crack rock.

I pray over meals, never learned to kneel,

Told the judge “no deal,” scars still won’t heal.

Love scarce, that’s real,

But I spread it like blood on the bills.

I got a lot to learn, still chasing shadows in the dark

Tryna turn these scars into stars, but they keep falling apart

I speak in riddles, pray in silence, build my wings from broken vows

Mama said grow, but the rain come down, drown the seeds I plow

I’m a runaway train with a heart full of rust, trust slipping through my clutch

Love wrote me letters, I forgot to touch, now the ink bleeds dusk

If heaven’s got a classroom, save me a chair, I’ll be late

Trading these echoes of ache for a note that vibrates

Still I rise, still I burn, still I borrow tomorrow’s light

’Cause if losing is learning, I’m the smartest fool tonight