我们像两只小狗，用鼻尖试探规则，用耳朵触碰界限。 你握着隐形的牵引绳，而我自愿跟随。 无关明确的誓言，而是拉钩上吊般的赌约；无关清晰的拥有，是月亮升起时我们交换的温度。 我迷恋那绳索带来的，漫无目的的“安全感”。 We were just puppies, nosing the lines,brushing past them with our ears. You held that phantom leash, and I was happy just to trail after you. No love letters, just the catch of a pinky swear. No sure belonging, just the warmth we’d trade as the moon took the room. Now I’m hooked on your little game — That leash, my favorite bad habit.