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The Radius We Earn (降速版)

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词 Lyrics:青禾寻阳\不眠岛

曲 Composed:青禾寻阳\林间小鹿

【未经著作权人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】

You talk in circles while I'm drawing the lines

I'm stacking actions while you're making designs

Every spoken promise is a form of cheap talk

I measure distance in the ground where I walk

Your mouth builds castles, my hands move the stone

Blueprint is nothing till the foundation is known

I don't need a podium to raise my voice

The loudest speakers never make the strongest choice

Quiet momentum cuts through like a blade

Every step I take is a wage I've paid

Not in the speeches, not in the loud parade

But in the quiet dirt where the choices are made

The size of a vision is measured in miles you claim

From bold declarations to footprints you frame

The proof is the pattern you keep

The truth is the distance you leap

Mud on my boots

Scratched from the brambles and roots

This is the proof I don't need to boast

The inches I keep are the miles I host

I plant the seed

Then water it daily with every good deed

The harvest belongs to the ones who kneel

Not by the words but the weight of the wheel

We feel

I've watched the map expand from my hands

While you're redrawing borders with demands

Each mile I've walked is a territory

Not the lines you draw on a map for the glory

You draw a circle with a widening claim

I measure borders by the ache in my frame

Your grand speeches get louder but I refuse

The ground I cover is the language I choose

No podium needed for the proof to stand

I carve my name across the promised land

My signature is not the ink, it's the ground

The depth of the line where my mark is found

The width of your orbit is drawn by the steps you choose

Not by the altitude of the words you reuse

The radius is earned by the feet

The map only shows the ground that you repeat

Mud on my boots

Scratched from the brambles and roots

The gap in our range is the work we refuse

A promise is cheap, a journey we choose

I count the miles

Not the applause from the crowds in the aisles

The noise of their voices is a passing gale

The ground that I've covered is my only scale

What prevails

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