月台廣播淹沒告別的話
車窗映出未完成的牽掛
你像列車準時離開月台
我卻遲遲未能抵達

手心裡那張過期的車票
數字是第七月台的記號
當鐵軌在暮色中漸漸模糊
我才有種被遺忘的徵兆

我們是錯過號 開往春天的單程票
被分在不同車廂從此各自蒼老
廣播報告著曾經約好的終點站
命運卻剪斷我們轉乘的通道
你輕聲的再見在隧道裡迴繞
曾經的你回頭我卻沒看到
從此每個站名都像是一種煎熬

候車大廳時鐘倒轉著走
廣播聲吞沒了所有溫柔
我就像一張過期的車票
在剪票口被你遺漏

口袋裡那頁撕下的時刻表
圈劃著我們約定的清早
當站名在風裡逐漸褪色
我才接受這離別的句號

我們是錯過號開往遺憾的單程票
在平行的車廂裡 默數思念暗號
廣播裡那終點站是沉默的座標
情感的路線只剩下交錯的線條
這漫長歲道吞噬了所有問號
答案隨風呼嘯著你的美好
最遠的那一站就是你最後的微笑

或許相遇只是轉乘的車站
有人匆忙有人徘徊徬徨
短暫交會卻錯過的溫暖
我的行程寫滿未說的遺憾

我們是錯過號開往永遠的單程票
在回憶的車廂撿拾破碎擁抱
廣播裡終點是名為遺憾的站號
我在月台上等待奇蹟的轉角
一輩子的軌道都為你切換轉轍
平行時空如有交會的破曉
這次會奔向你留下的溫暖訊息號

錯過號 終點站叫做遺憾
我在空月台收集你迴音的殘響
末班車隱入晨霧裡的軌道
告示牌閃著被遺忘的 訊息號
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English lyrics:

The platform broadcast drowned out our words of farewell.
The train window reflected my lingering, unfinished thoughts.
You left on schedule like the train,
But I was late and never arrived.

The expired ticket in my palm,
The number marks platform seven.
When the railway tracks gradually blurred in the twilight,
I finally felt a sign of being forgotten.

We were the "Missed Connection," a one-way ticket to spring.
Separated in different carriages, we'd grow old on our own.
The broadcast announced the destination we once promised,
But fate cut the path for our transfer.
Your soft "goodbye" echoed in the tunnel.
You looked back once, but I didn't see you.
Since then, every station name feels like a torment.

The clock in the waiting hall is running backward.
The broadcast swallowed all the tenderness.
I'm like an expired ticket,
left behind by you at the ticket gate.

The torn-out timetable page in my pocket,
The early morning we agreed to meet is circled.
As the station names faded in the wind,
I finally accepted this period of goodbye.

We were the "Missed Connection," a one-way ticket to regret.
In parallel carriages, we silently counted our secret signals of longing.
The destination in the broadcast is a silent coordinate.
The route of our feelings is left with only intersecting lines.
This long tunnel devoured all the questions.
The answer, your beautiful memory, whistles in the wind.
The furthest station is your last smile.

Perhaps our meeting was just a transfer station.
Some people rush, others wander in hesitation.
A brief encounter, a warmth we missed.
My journey is filled with unsaid regrets.

We were the "Missed Connection," a one-way ticket to forever.
In the carriage of memories, we pick up fragmented embraces.
The destination in the broadcast is a station named Regret.
I'm waiting on the platform for a miraculous turn.
The track of my whole life would have been switched for you.
If parallel worlds were to cross at dawn,
This time I would run towards the warm message you left behind.

Missed Connection. The final stop is called Regret.
I'm on an empty platform, collecting the remnants of your echo.
The last train vanished into the morning mist on the tracks.
The sign flashes a forgotten message.