*(Verse 3)* A drawer full of goodnights, postcards I never sent, Notes filled with metaphors, my heart’s intent: You’re the aurora I wait for, the strings to my tune, The warm latte in winter, under the moon. Let’s take a chance, bet on my silent rhyme, Carve our names in the sand, let it stand the test of time, 能帮我看看这个适不适合trap[吃瓜] When the neon fades, just our shadows remain, The answer was there, in the first glance, plain. >>阅读更多