In the hush between heartbeats, silence blooms like moonlight on black keys,

soft as your vanished footsteps lingering in ivory dust.

I listen for the echo of a name I never dared to speak;

it drifts, a white petal, down the endless piano wire of night.

The room forgets the clock, the metronom of rain slows,

and every unheard note becomes a star over our unmade bed.

Hold me, ghost of chord unresolved—let the quiet sing us slow,

until dawn threads gold through the cracks of this soundless cathedral.

黑白鍵落，像雪埋了舊名冊，

名字被風(fēng)擦成斷口的月色。

我聽見沉默在深處喊我，

用無人聽懂的骨骼。

指尖每一下都是遺落的火，

燒不穿夜色，卻燙穿我。

若這琴聲終能飛進你耳廓，

請?zhí)嫖掖饝?yīng)——

別忘了，

我曾為你，

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指尖落下 雪色月光

碎成你名字的回響

沉默深處 鐘聲輕晃

替我吻別舊日的傷

黑鍵是夜 白鍵是光

我在中間 守一束微芒

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讓未出口的 成為遠方