We turned the headlights off,

rolling blind down the coast—

no map, no moon, no master plan,

just the hum of the tires

and the static of our almost.

You laughed at the wrong exit,

I missed the last bridge back,

but the night kept signing our names

on every unlit mile.

We’re off course, off course—

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What am I supposed to do

When the radio only plays the ghost of you?

I rewind the night, vinyl crackles like rain,

Your silhouette in the doorway, barefoot refrain.

Streetlights blink Morse code across the ceiling,

Every pulse spells “stay” but the dawn’s stealing.

I breathe the hollow of your coffee cup,

Hope’s a frayed string on my guitar, wound up.

If love’s a record, the needle’s worn through—

What am I supposed to do without you?

Golden haze on the edge of town

We built a diamond from dust and sound

Bases carved in the morning light

Every ghost got a name to write

Swing for the stars, let the corn rows sing

Catch the wind in a leather wing

If we believe, they will step right through

Out of the dark, out of the blue

Run home, run home, through the flame-bright steam

Love’s the rule on this field of dreams

霓虹像舊街燈 亮到凌晨三點(diǎn)

我數(shù)著地磚裂縫 像你笑時(shí)眼角線

地鐵呼嘯過 帶走誰的名字

我口袋只剩 沒寄出的鑰匙

首爾的風(fēng) 吹得比故鄉(xiāng)咸

我把漢江喝成 家鄉(xiāng)的稻田

屏幕里媽媽問 飯吃了沒

我點(diǎn)頭 卻嚼著 寂寞的味

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我在最吵的城市 守著最靜的黑夜