午夜把霓虹泡進(jìn)汽水

我牽著影子慢慢墜

像誰打翻的墨在翻頁

心事被拉長到脫軌

耳機(jī)里雨聲在倒退

你名字暈成一片灰

我把整座城市按成慢格

只為多聽一秒你余味

Doodle me a sunrise with your neon pen,

sketch my heartbeat in the margin again.

Coffee ring planets spiral off the page,

your laugh leaks color, breaks the graphite cage.

We’re stick figures dancing on a napkin moon,

eraser dust comets that dissolve too soon.

Bleed outside the lines, let the silence bloom—

if the ink runs dry, just hum me into tune.