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点击复制The spinning tune never fades
Like a wounded horse crying to the moon
Glassy eyes stare through the fog —
Whose shadow do they chase
Whose name do they still remember?
The lights keep trembling, soft and pale
Their colors bleeding into night
Every motion feels the same
Yet every turn erases more of me
A broken carousel, a broken dream
Repeating the same sweet lie on the same pale ground
A broken carousel, a broken time
Neither to descend nor to ride beyond the dusk
Laughter echoes inside the hollow shade
Footsteps draw near, yet never arrive
The wheel turns, but no door opens —
Where does this painted horizon lead?
I scream, but my voice dissolves into silence
I smile, but the air forgets to answer
A broken carousel, a fractured heart
Singing the same pain along its dying circuit
A broken carousel, a fractured night
Swallowed whole by endless rotation
The creak becomes a lullaby
And I awaken at the bottom of a dream
Reality is a lie, the lie becomes my truth —
I can no longer tell which side is breathing
A broken carousel, a haunted soul
Trapped in the music of mirrors and memory
A broken carousel, a haunted dawn
Spinning toward the edge of forgetting
A broken carousel, a shattered prayer
Dancing in circles beneath a bleeding sky
A broken carousel, a shattered light
Forever chasing the motion of yesterday