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You saved me a seat when the whole room was loud.
在人声最吵的时候你给我留了个位置。
I didn’t say much, but you knew somehow.
我什么都没说可你就是看出来了。
Neon in the window, rain on our sleeves.
窗外是霓虹袖子上还沾着雨。
Two paper menus, two tired coffees.
两张皱巴巴的菜单两杯喝到发凉的咖啡。
You talked about nothing till I could breathe.
你东拉西扯地陪我聊聊到我终于缓过来。
That’s how you always take care of me.
你一直都是这样照顾我的。
You didn’t ask why my voice was thin.
你没追问我为什么声音发抖。
You just passed the sugar and let me begin.
只是把糖推给我让我想说的时候再说。
Some people knock, some people break through.
有些人问得太急有些人闯得太用力。
You left the light on and waited like you do.
只有你把灯留着安安静静等我。
There are angels with halos, maybe that’s true.
也许真的有头顶光环的天使。
But mine wears an old coat and smells like shampoo.
但我认识的那个穿旧外套身上有刚洗完头的味道。
You saved me a seat at the end of the night.
在那个快撑不住的晚上你给我留了个位置。
When my heart came in late and my smile didn’t fit right.
我人到了心还没跟上笑也笑得很勉强。
You didn’t fix me, didn’t preach, didn’t leave.
你没有急着开导我也没有讲道理更没有走。
You just made a little room for me to be.
你只是给我一点空间让我可以不用假装。
If love is a table, friendship is bread.
如果爱是一张桌子那友情就是桌上的热面包。
Warm in the middle when nothing gets said.
不用说太多掰开来里面还是暖的。
When the world feels too big and I can’t find my feet,
当世界大到让我不知道该往哪儿站
I remember you saved me a seat.
我就想起你曾经给我留过一个位置。
We’ve missed the last train more times than we planned.
我们错过末班车的次数比计划里多太多。
Split one umbrella and laughed in the wind.
两个人挤一把伞被风吹得狼狈还笑个不停。
You know my stories before they turn clean.
你知道我那些没整理好没包装过的故事。
The ugly first drafts, the almost, the mean.
包括难看的开头差一点的遗憾还有不体面的心思。
You saw me jealous, foolish and small.
你见过我嫉妒犯傻变得很小气。
Still put my name on your emergency call.
可你还是把我的名字放进紧急联系人。
That kind of kindness doesn’t sparkle or shout.
这种好不耀眼也不会大声宣布。
It carries the groceries, it walks you out.
它就是帮你拎袋子陪你走一段路。
Round after round, we circle back.
绕了好多圈我们还是会回到彼此身边。
Your laugh in the front, my tears in the back.
前面是你的笑声后面藏着我的眼泪。
Line after line, like a song we repeat.
一句接一句像我们唱了很多年的老歌。
You hold the harmony, I find the beat.
你帮我稳住和声我慢慢找回节奏。
When I forget the shape of home,
当我忘了安心是什么感觉
You draw it in steam on the window.
你就在起雾的窗上给我画一个家的样子。
Not perfect.
不完美。
Just close.
但很近。
Just known.
也很熟。
You saved me a seat at the end of the night.
在那个快撑不住的晚上你给我留了个位置。
When my heart came in late and my smile didn’t fit right.
我人到了心还没跟上笑也笑得很勉强。
You didn’t fix me, didn’t preach, didn’t leave.
你没有急着开导我也没有讲道理更没有走。
You just made a little room for me to be.
你只是给我一点空间让我可以不用假装。
If love is a table, friendship is bread.
如果爱是一张桌子那友情就是桌上的热面包。
Warm in the middle when nothing gets said.
不用说太多掰开来里面还是暖的。
When the world feels too big and I can’t find my feet,
当世界大到让我不知道该往哪儿站
I remember you saved me a seat.
我就想起你曾经给我留过一个位置。
Same old diner.
还是那家小店。
Same two cups.
还是那两只杯子。
When I fall apart,
每次我快散架的时候
You show up.
你总会出现。
