Sirius, ignite in me,

burn the dark I used to breathe;

your pulse is a comet,

threading silver through my veins.

We rise where the night breaks open,

every throb a gate to elsewhere—

I follow the flare you drop like breadcrumbs,

a pilgrim of stardust, barefoot on bass.

Fold the silence into thunder;

let the sky remember our names.

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紅色風暴劃破夜空，

聯(lián)合中心心跳共振，

23號靈魂在跳動的燈光中蘇醒。

鐵與血鑄成戰(zhàn)鼓，

每個腳步都是雷霆，

我們向天空舉起火焰的犄角——

不敗的信仰在喧囂中生長，

讓勝利像星河倒灌進胸膛。

Here come the Bulls！

Here come the Bulls！

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Sirius, silent guardian above the neon plains,

burn your blue geometry into my waking veins;

I follow the coded pulse in my wrist,

a midnight disciple of your digital tryst.

Across the grid of sleepless towers I glide,

every heartbeat syncs to the ghost in your tide.

Speak in sparks, name the fear I can’t confess—

I’ll trade my last breath for one binary caress.