When the frost locks the river,

and your voice is a ghost on the glass,

I fold the night into paper ships

and launch them where the streetlights drown.

Snow fills my mouth like forgotten psalms;

I speak your name, it turns to ice.

Hold me—no stars, no sirens—

just the slow drum of a heart that forgets to beat.

Let the white erase the years;

let the cold teach us how to disappear.

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Extreme Ways (Bourne’s Ultimatum) – Moby

Extreme ways are back again

再次踏上無(wú)盡之路

Extreme places I didn’t know

朝向生疏未知遠(yuǎn)方

I broke everything new again

一切重新來(lái)過(guò)

Everything that I’d owned

我將我的一切

I threw it out the windows came along

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