作词 : Dustwing
作曲 : Dustwing
编曲 : Dustwing
Stretch of highway, under the moon's soft glow,
A figure in motion, where it shouldn't go.
Graceful and fleeting, a deer on the run,
In the world of steel and glass, it's the wildest one.
Running through the night, beneath the endless stars,
A highway dancer, leaving tire tracks and scars.
The deer on the highway, a symbol of freedom's call,
In the midst of concrete, it answers to nature's draw.
Headlights flash warning, but its eyes shine bright,
Guiding through danger, in the darkest night.
It leaps over barriers, bounds with elegant ease,
A momentary rebel in humanity's tease.
Running through the night, beneath the endless stars,
A highway dancer, leaving tire tracks and scars.
The deer on the highway, a symbol of freedom's call,
In the midst of concrete, reminder in the heart of steel and thrill.
Running through the night, dodging the city's light,
A messenger unspoken, in the quiet of the night.
The deer on the highway, a fleeting silhouette,
A tale of survival, in a world we've come to fret.
In the dance between progress and the wild,
This deer becomes a story, gentle yet defiled.
Its path a testament, to spaces intertwined,
Where nature's resilience and our roads combine.
As the deer disappears, into the woods it knows,
Leaves behind a moment, that our hearts hold close.
On the highway of life, may we learn to roam,
Respecting every boundary, making this world our home.
This tale of the deer, on the asphalt so wide,
Is a whisper to remember, where the wild side resides.