[00:00.000] 作词 : 刘凝卿[00:01.000] 作曲 : 刘凝卿[00:22.332]Under a ceiling of gray, I’m counting the hours[00:26.585]My shadow’s a stranger, it pushed me in the dark,longer than silence[00:30.934]I’ve got a chest full of weights, a throat full of stone[00:35.285]A mind that repeats, “You’re better alone ,save your soul from the devil”[00:38.549]But some nights, I swear I can hear it[00:45.704]a noisy through the static[00:47.466]A voice that says, “You’re not finished”[00:53.510]But the dark’s got a grip, and it’s holding on tight[00:56.244]why it's holding on tight[00:57.746]I’ve mapped out the exits, but they all look the same[00:59.930]I try I wanna free me and fly[01:01.934]My feet so heavy so how I can touch the sky[01:04.786]Looking the light the night tried[01:06.293]tried to steal my fire which I found it[01:08.474]My hands are scraped raw,[01:09.560]But I’m stacking up fragments of dawn I can see the only[01:12.947]Oh, I’m screaming into the void, but the echo’s a song[01:25.487]A promise that healing ain’t too far gone[01:32.195]I’m tired of the fight, but I’m not letting go[01:41.768]‘Cause somewhere beyond this fog[02:21.017]They say the mind plays the tricks when you’re low[02:24.143]But I swear I felt the breeze through a window[02:27.380]Begged for the storm to loosen its grip[02:29.505]But healing’s not a lightning strike—it’s a slow burn[02:38.212]A spark that grows, even when you’re not watching[02:47.900]A hint of jasmine, a memory of summer[02:52.410]A reminder that the seasons change, even for me I'll be elder[02:56.827]I’ve slept with the curtains drawn for so so many weeks[03:01.099]Afraid the sun might burn what what’s left of me