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点击复制The hem of my skirt drinks the salt of the tide
Dragging dark lace through the phosphorescent glide
My footprints erase as the hungry waves plead
Like the vows you once whispered receding receding
And the wind steals my tears yes the wind steals my tears
But it leaves all the weight of the weight of the years
And the sea screams your name with a desperate sound
But you’re nowhere you’re nowhere just salt in the wound of this town
I brought a cheap bottle the kind that we’d share
When the world was a blanket and we were a prayer
Now the glass tastes of nothing of absence of lack
Just the ghost of your laughter that won’t answer back
And the wind steals my tears yes the wind steals my tears
But it leaves all the weight of the weight of the years
And the sea screams your name with a desperate sound
But you’re nowhere you’re nowhere just salt in the wound of this ground
I could wade in Let the cold clasp my knees
Let the current untie all its dark symphonies
But I’m anchored I’m anchored by some stubborn light
To the “us”in the past burning fierce in the night
So I scream at the stars till my throat is a reef!
I bargain with gods who offer no relief!
I am fury!I am tempest!I am the undone!
I am love that outlives the beloved one!
The dawn will arrive pale and perfectly mild
And will find me here hollow and reconciled
Just a woman a bottle a dress soaked with brine
And a love that has made an eternal coastline