I reached for you with both my hands,

No armor, no plan, no demands.

You smiled .... but flinched when I touched your skin,

Like love was something sharp within.

我伸出雙手，毫無防備，

沒有計算，沒有要求。

你微笑，卻在我碰觸時微顫，

彷彿愛本身就是一把藏著刃的信念。

You asked me why I hold so tight

But darling, it’s the only way I know to fight

for something soft in a world this cruel.

我緊緊不放，你說我太用力，

可親愛的，這是我唯一會的方式

在這麼殘酷的世界裡，

去守住一點溫柔。

There’s an edge between us, not drawn in hate,

But forged in silence, where love came late.

一刀劃開你我之間，

不是仇，而是遲來的愛語未言。

One side warmth, the other pain,

Hold too tight—it cuts again.

一邊是溫柔，一邊是苦澀，

緊握太久，就會再度割裂。

I never meant to bleed you,

But I held it wrong…

And the edge between us

was love all along.

我從沒想傷你，

只是握錯了方式

那劍鋒的形狀，

原來一直是愛的模樣。

You say I cut too deep,

But I bled first just to keep

the space between us brave and bare

love without disguise, stripped of fear.

你說我劃得太深，

可我先流血，只為留下

一片坦白又脆弱的空氣

沒有偽裝的愛，不帶恐懼。

I never meant to be the flame

that scorched the thing I longed to name.

But love, real love, is rarely tame.

我不想成為那團火，

把我心中所愛都燒成灰燼。

可是啊，真正的愛

本就從不溫馴。

There’s an edge between us, not drawn in hate,

But forged in silence, where love came late.

One side warmth, the other pain,

Hold too tight .. it cuts again.

I never meant to bleed you,

But I held it wrong

And the edge between us

was love all along.

If I could turn the blade around,

Make it a mirror instead of a wound

Would you still see me?

Or just the lines we drew too soon?

如果我能把這把刀轉過來，

讓它成為一面鏡，而不是一道傷

你還會看見我嗎？

還是只看見，

我們太早畫下的界線？

Maybe love was never meant

to come without risk or consequence.

But I held it like a promise,

and you held it like defense.

或許愛從來不是沒有代價的事，

可我握住它，像握著承諾；

而你握住它，像準備戰鬥。

I didn’t want to win.

I just wanted to stay.

And if love is a blade…

I’d still reach for it,

with both hands.