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作词：飞马流星
作曲：飞马流星
演唱：飞马流星
Convenience store glass frosts on a winter night
You draw half a heart in fog leaving it incomplete
Iced americano clink—a ritual of sorts
Saying the future feels too far to calculate
Later we became experts at avoiding eye contact
Using overtime to block all escapes of tenderness
Photos on phones slowly pixelate into dots
You said"sorry"while flipping through old bills
Missing you is chronic bronchitis
Coughing up fragments with each season change—
That unspoken"forever"
Grating in the lungs like salted earth
We loved so brilliantly bold as front-page headlines
Hugging through ink thinking we could weather time
Until one day we found the flipside already printed
With tomorrow's forecast: endless scattering
We argued so skillfully decorating rooms with silence
Stacking unopened promises like unpaid fees
Some roofs it turns out are only meant for watching
The same rain fall each drying alone
You said you found my blue scarf while moving
Folded deep in the closet a quiet full stop
The worst pain isn't the quake but in aftershocks
Hearing myself still softly answering the past
We loved so brilliantly bold as front-page headlines
Hugging through ink thinking we could weather time
Until one day we found the flipside already printed
With tomorrow's forecast: endless scattering
We argued so skillfully decorating rooms with silence
Stacking unopened promises like unpaid fees
Some roofs it turns out are only meant for watching
The same rain fall each drying alone
Newspaper yellows slowly in the mailbox
Front page shows the spring we never caught
The clothesline sways empty wind pacing back and forth
Measuring the winter we never finished