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词 Lyrics:青禾寻阳\梦里花落
曲 Composed:青禾寻阳\不眠岛
【未经著作权人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】
I see them selling the same loud style
Every rack hanging with a hollow smile
Discount dreams wrapped in a plastic bow
But I’m done with what the crowd calls gold
My threads speak in a different tone
Cut from cloth that never gets old
A single tear in the seam is home
Threads unraveled but never alone
Stitched with patience not by machine
This jacket knows what I have seen
Worn in spots that tell my story
Not a copy, not a blueprint glory
They chant the numbers on a crowded screen
I trace the outline of a hidden dream
Let them count
I craft the rare
Your tag is sold
Mine is borrowed
Every button is a story told
This frayed hem holds
My name
Each stitch a word my lips can't fold
This coat won't break
This thread won't fold
Oh
They chase the wave that crashes fast
I dig for shells that never pass
A broken zipper tells the past
Scratches on leather meant to last
Fabric crinkled from the rain
Smell of cedar, not of paint
Pockets empty but I feel rich
Mapping scars across each stitch
Patches from miles I walked alone
Collar frayed like a weathered tone
This is not a trend to clone
This is bone
They count the likes upon a plastic throne
I count the miles I’ve carved into my own
Let them sell
I shape the rare
Your tag is sold
Mine is borrowed
Every button is a story told
This frayed hem holds
My name
Each scratch a word my fingers know
This coat won’t fade
This thread won’t fold
Oh