Light above the sky,

whispers where the silence flies,

silver rivers in your eyes,

calling me to rise.

Through the dark, through the cold,

every scar turns into gold,

when the night forgets to hold,

you are the glow I know.

Lift me where the lost stars cry,

paint my name across the night,

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In this silence I’m drifting under

icy hands pull me six feet under

but I still taste the morning thunder

I won’t fold, won’t let the night take the wonder

Strike the match inside my rib-cage

let it bloom into a white-hot outrage

every scar turns the page, I ignite on the stage

I’m still here, still loud, still defying the cage

Hear me roar above the water

a war-cry for every daughter

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In the hush between heartbeats we drift,

silver trails of breath on midnight glass.

Your voice, a lantern swung across inner space,

paints constellations where no stars ever passed.

We are echo and answer, weightless, unbound,

turning memory into auroras that never touch ground.

Hold this moment—liquid, slow, infinite—

let it bloom, let it break, let it glow.

When the city lights fade, we’re still swaying,

a reverie no dawn can take.

霓虹像潮水漫過瞳孔，

我踩著鼓點(diǎn)把夜色翻涌；

心跳在副歌里加速升空，

每一次呼吸都閃著霓虹。

副歌高懸在云層之外，

夢(mèng)想的火焰比街燈更澎湃；

讓節(jié)拍替我撕開陰霾，

我站在浪潮之巔，

Right above it——

俯瞰所有未來。