cover《游京》DJ版
Audition slips crumple soft in my rain-wet palm
Piano lid holds dust where your fingers used to calm
Streetlamp paints our steps in the last of dusk’s glow
Café bell still rings, but your laugh won’t echo
Wet coat hangs by the door like a quiet sigh
Bus stop bench still bears the mark of our thigh
Jazz notes leak through the wall from the empty bar
Traffic lights blink red, where we kissed that last car
Oh the empty glass hums with old jazz’s tune
Dreams split like a road, turning dusk into moon
You can trace our steps where the sidewalk’s worn thin
But love’s just a spark that the night let grow dim
Oh the empty glass hums with old jazz’s tune
Dreams split like a road, turning dusk into moon
You can trace our steps where the sidewalk’s worn thin
But love’s just a spark that the night let grow dim
Old sheet music holds stains of your coffee cup
Bar radio plays the song we used to hum up
Kid behind the counter asks if I’m waiting for one
I smile and say no—our wait’s already done
Sometimes I stop by the spot where we danced that night
Streetlight casts your shadow, then fades from my sight
Your text still sits un_sent in my phone’s dark screen
Love’s not gone—it’s just where our dreams couldn’t lean
Oh the empty glass hums with old jazz’s tune
Dreams split like a road, turning dusk into moon
You can trace our steps where the sidewalk’s worn thin
But love’s just a spark that the night let grow dim
Oh the empty glass hums with old jazz’s tune
Dreams split like a road, turning dusk into moon
You can trace our steps where the sidewalk’s worn thin
But love’s just a spark that the night let grow dim
My car eases past the sign for your new jazz club
I turn up the radio, let the song wrap like a hug
In the rearview, neon bleeds into your old smile
Wind carries your name—just a soft, gone while
