The lights hang low, a soft glow swaying in the glass.
The noise of the city stays outside,
and only melodies drift through the air.
Some words never make it out in the daylight,
but at night, they turn into a song.
Let the drink warm your throat,
and let the music speak your heart. 🎤
灯光低垂，杯中微光轻晃。 城市的喧闹被关在门外， 只剩旋律在空气里流淌。 有些话白天说不出口， 到了夜里，都化成一首歌。 让酒温热喉咙， 让歌替你说出心事。 🎤
