91 | 你心里最后一个 The Last One in Your Heart

眼著溶解的云,缓慢地开绽,碎裂的时间,滑著伞沿打下。
战争歇在心里,祈祷披盖一场绵­绵。
寂寞都雾了。

空荡荡的舞台上,孤单单的指挥家,在你面前演一场,我曾怀疑是幻象。
药水请萧邦地擦,­谎言请李白地讲,在你手里睡一下,带着暖心的伤,结痂。

耳著凝结的雨,倒带地升华,共鸣的时间,枕着故事而上。
场景醒在睡里,预言冲刷一片朗­朗,温柔都亮了。

红通通的月亮下,暖烘烘的燕尾床,在你面前扯了嗓,我也脱掉了害怕。
快乐请烟火地嚷,­忧伤请汪洋地放,在你心里睡一下,生著微笑的花,带伤。

沉甸甸的宁静上,轻飘飘的精灵光,赶走失眠里的羊,不需为幻象害怕。
声线就青鸟地唱,­脚步就落叶地踏,在你笑里睡一下,结著守护的痂,生花。

躺在海的眠床上……你在眼前……

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Eyeing the melting clouds as they slowly disperse
Shattered time drips off my umbrella
The war rests in my heart, prayers take shelter under thick cotton
Loneliness grows foggy in the distance

On a despairingly empty stage, a lonesome conductor stands
Performs in front of you, I once thought it to be an illusion
Medicate your wounds like Chopin, tell lies like Li Bai,
I’ll have a nap in the palm of your hand, nurse a heartwarming wound, form scabs from it

Listening to crystallizing rain, sublimating in rewind
The resonance of time bolstered by narrative
The scenery is awake in sleep, soothsayings wash everything in a tint of rose as even warmth lights up.

Under the flushing red moon, a toasty dovetailed bed
My voice strains in front of you, I’ve shrugged off fear
Cheer cheer like fireworks, despair despair like oceans,
I’ll have a nap in your heart, sprout smiling flowers that are tinged with hurt

Under the deadweight of silence, the lightness of a sprite,
Chase away the sheep of insomnia, you have nothing to fear from the illusions
Sing like a songbird, step like a falling leaf,
I’ll have a siesta in your smile, spring scabs of guardianship,
sprout flowers.

Lying down on the soft bed of the sea, you are before me.

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