Ferris wheel spins in the hush of the tune,

neon raindrops drip off the ivory moon;

your ghost leans on every black key I press,

whispering the bridge we never could finish.

I keep playing faster, letting the thunder roll,

cruel summer still burning between two broken chords;

when the final note breaks, the skyline holds its breath—

I taste the fading spark of what we never said.

蟬聲織成光的網(wǎng)

風(fēng)把藍天吹成海浪

你赤腳跑過滾燙的柏油

笑渦里盛滿汽水的響

我偷偷把名字寫進樹蔭

讓影子替我守整個午后的涼

云朵像偷了糖的孩子

甜得不肯走 懸在眼眶

當(dāng)吉他撥動最后一束芒

時間把心跳關(guān)進八毫米的殼

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