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词 Lyrics：青禾寻阳\迟梦Lento
曲 Composed：青禾寻阳\半勺月光
【未经著作权人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】
A plain fit, modest threads, I let the fabric stay
No logos on my chest, no message to betray
The seams are clean and quiet, my posture owns the street
I don't need to raise my voice, my silence is complete
Cotton fiber, simple hues, a collar standing tall
I move in quiet tones but they hear me in the hall
No one names the reason why the air parts before me
A quiet gravity that no one else can see
My clothes are just a footnote, the headline is my stride
The quiet in my walk is my loudest pride
No need to flash a label; my posture says it all
It's not the threads I pick, it's the way I own the hall
They read the logo on my sleeve but there is none to find
The only mark I'm wearing is the state of mind
They look for the noise and find a deeper hum
The volume of my presence is the sum
Plain white tee, no flare
I step in and I catch their stare
It's not the threads, it's the hush I wear
I walk in silence and the room's aware
I am the deep hum
My quiet rolls louder than any drum
The cloth is a whisper, the walk is my claim
No trumpet, no noise, my posture is the flame
That's the game
Plain linen with pressed seams and no ring
No chain, no flashy gold to justify my swing
I let the collar stay unbuttoned at the throat
The quiet that I carry is my loudest note
They expect a shout to make the walls move
But I shift my weight and the walls approve
A single step is louder than a thousand spoken words
The measure of a person isn't seen, it's heard
I am not the fabric; I am the one who wears
Every flight of stairs becomes a runway when I'm there
So keep your tiny rules about the clothes I choose
My silence is my suit, and I never wear the blues
They can measure the threads but they can't measure the frame
The cut is just a language for the one who wrote the name
The cloth is a canvas, I paint with my walk
Every hallway knows me before I talk
Plain white tee, no flare
I step in and I catch their stare
The boldness is never in the wear
It breathes in the stillness of a dare
I am the still air
The louder my stillness, the more they stare
My confidence comes on like a flare
They feel the heat before I'm even there
That's my flair
