We’re running through the neon night, hearts on fire, no brakes in sight

Laughing at the stars like we could steal their light

Phones in pockets, shoes untied, jumping fences, no goodbyes

Every echo of our screams is a lullaby

We’re just kids, crashing like thunder, painting the dark with wonder

Tomorrow’s a rumor, tonight pulls us under

We won’t crawl, we won’t fade, we’ll burn every page they made

We’re forever, we’re loud, we’re the riot in the clouds

Just kids—never coming down

The Untold（續(xù)寫(xiě)）

風(fēng)把灰燼寫(xiě)給黎明，

我卻在銹色里聽(tīng)你的呼吸；

未說(shuō)出口的，在骨縫里發(fā)芽，

一寸寸頂裂沉默的疆域。

讓 thunder 替心跳命名，

讓無(wú)人知曉的，在黑暗中舉杯；

當(dāng)弦斷成最后的星圖，

我把你藏進(jìn)回響——

那是故事開(kāi)始卻永不被翻開(kāi)的一頁(yè)。