The dust settles on the piano keys a quiet museum of memories
灰尘在琴键上落定一座记忆的寂静博物馆
Your favorite cup still holds its warmth a ghost I pour my tea into
你最喜欢的杯子仍残留温度我向这幻影倾注茶水
I trace the shadows on the wall where our framed laughter used to hang
我描摹墙上的空白暗影那里曾挂着我们装裱好的欢笑
Now just a lighter patch of paint a continent I can't reclaim
如今只剩一块更浅的漆痕一片我无法收复的大陆
And the echo in this room is too precise
而这房间里的回响过于精确
It maps the shape of every “what if”and “goodbye”
它测绘出每个“如果”与“再见”的轮廓
I’m learning silence like a second language fluent and cold
我正将沉默当作第二语言学习流利而冰冷
My hands are full of all the things I never got to hold
我的双手满是我从未真正握住的一切
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