我們推著舊沙發(fā)穿過暴雨的街，

婚禮的米還黏在發(fā)梢；

你說別回頭，

可我把戒指偷偷埋進(jìn)你的糖紙。

凌晨三點(diǎn)，

電閘跳了，

我們打著手電給貓過生日；

蛋糕是泡面，

蠟燭是煙頭，

你許愿要一輩子欠我晚安。

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I’m married to your melody, tied to every note,

Caught in the echo of the words you never spoke.

Your rhythm runs through me like a midnight pulse,

A love I can’t touch, but I feel in every pulse.

No vows, no ring, just this song on repeat—

I dance in the ache where the lyrics and I meet.

Forever unresolved, your chorus in my chest,

A beautiful haunting that won’t let me rest.

We stood in the chapel of neon and rust,

vows on a jukebox that coughed up our past;

your ring was a quarter I bent in the dark,

mine was the echo of dogs as they barked.

The highway confetti of bottle-cap light

rained on the hood of our honeymoon bike;

we kissed through the dust of a bankrupt arcade—

forever starts somewhere between games we played.

So roll with the tumbleweeds, roll with the cash,

married in a gold rush, married too fast.