In the hush between heartbeats, I heard You breathe,

a tide of mercy pulling me homeward through the dark.

Your whisper stitches the torn night with gold,

every scar a hidden road back to the fire of Your gaze.

I was orphan dust; You named me beloved son,

lifted me high enough to see eternity’s dawn.

Now mercy drums inside my ribs—

Father, let it echo, let it echo, until every lost road remembers the way to Love.

銀河在指尖旋轉(zhuǎn)，

心跳與脈沖并肩，

Astronomia 的低語掠過耳畔，

是你名字的余電。

光年之外，引力仍牽，

黑夜因你有了弦，

當(dāng)合成器擁抱星辰殘片，

我墜入無盡循環(huán)的永遠(yuǎn)。