若指尖失去黑白

若呼吸失去節(jié)拍

霓虹再亮 也照不亮我空白

名字刻在榜單

金幣堆成山脈

卻換不回你回頭一瞬青睞

我唱到聲嘶 世界喝彩

可回聲里全是你的離開

若最后不是你 獎杯只是塵埃

所以我把鋼琴推到窗外

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If I ain’t got you, these hands stay empty,

no matter the crown, no matter the Grammy.

Sky full of stars, but I’m blind in the dark—

your heartbeat’s the only spark.

Gold turns to rust, crowds fade to dust;

I trade all the lights for your morning hush.

If love ain’t the truth, then fame is a lie—

without you, I’m just a voice asking why.