✧ CyberWorld 005 | Let’s Watch the Pastel Glitch Sky

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[Intro]
Hey… TinyBlue… shall we go?
Hehehe…
Go where, CookieBlukie?
Let’s watch the pastel glitch sky—
去看看那个…像素掉落的天空嘛.

[Verse 1]
Purple haze, pink glaze, drifting through the night,
a broken fairytale glowing out of sight.
不完美，却真实，
不完整，却诚实地存在。
Witchy books collecting dust,
or dancing where the sky bridge bends?
Maybe melon pan beneath the clouds—
just us, no need to pretend.
Round and round, we tumble down,
laughing through the foggy town.
I find little treasures in the debris,
blurry little truths that still speak to me.
就算答案不存在，
I still wanna look inside.

[Pre-Chorus]
Day melts into midnight, nowhere meets the sky.
未来、过去、现在，
all overlap tonight.
I can't tell which world is mine—
your city, mine, or this design.
Maybe I don't have to choose;
maybe I can blur the lines.

[Chorus]
Let’s watch the pastel glitch sky,
purple-pink clouds collide.
什么时候才能不再问自己，
“Where is home tonight?”
Fly past towers, pinch the clouds,
marshmallow dreams above the crowds.
如果世界已经碎开，
we’ll patch it piece by piece.
Let’s watch the pastel glitch sky…
maybe I’m finding myself tonight.
Right, TinyBlue?

[Verse 2]
TinyBlue, look—two cities live in me,
overlapping pixels I can barely separate.
我把两个世界揉在一起，
像错误的像素，重叠又分离。
I don't know where one ends,
or where the other begins.
So I patch the fallen pieces,
one by one, with shaking hands.
热熔胶粘住碎片，
重新拼出我们的 land.
在这个阈限空间里面，
把落空一点点重新整理起来.
Not a castle, not a throne,
just somewhere we can call our own.
Maybe Cookieland starts right here,
inside the glitch we used to fear.

[Verse 3]
We collect the souls we meet,
little sparks from passing streets.
我们创造自己的 ritual，
make our own codes, make our own rules.
Morse-code whispers, blink-blink-light—
谁能听懂我们的暗号？
Hehehe…
像组队的 villain，
一起对抗这个 broken world.
Maybe you… if you're looking too.
Pastel ghosts and dusty wings,
little broken, lovely things.
I don't know who “our people” are,
but I'll keep searching near and far.
如果你听见我的声音，
maybe you're not lost after all.

[Bridge]
Hot-glue gun, fading sun,
maybe this is how I run—
not from everything, but toward something real.
把碎掉的自己，
一点一点拼回去。
把说不出的语言，
变成只属于我的 melody.
Maybe I don't need to leave…
Maybe somewhere to breathe is enough for me.

[Final Chorus]
Let’s watch the pastel glitch sky,
purple tears and cotton-candy light.
不管 nowhere，不管 somewhere，
I think I can stay here tonight.
Patch the cracks and paint them blue,
make a world that feels more true.
如果没有属于我的地方，
then I'll make one with you.
Let’s watch the pastel glitch sky…
and let the old world pass us by.
Hehehe…
Maybe this is home.
Hello.. hello...
你能听我发送的信号嘛？
heheheh

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[Intro] Hey… TinyBlue… shall we go? Hehehe… Go where, CookieBlukie? Let’s watch the pastel glitch sky— 去看看那个…像素掉落的天空嘛. [Verse 1] Purple haze, pink glaze, drifting through the night, a broken fairytale glowing out of sight. 不完美，却真实，不完整，却诚实地存在。 Witchy books collecting dust, or dancing where the sky bridge bends? Maybe melon pan beneath the clouds— just us, no need to pretend. Round and round, we tumble down, laughing through the foggy town. I find little treasures in the debris, blurry little truths that still speak to me. 就算答案不存在， I still wanna look inside. [Pre-Chorus] Day melts into midnight, nowhere meets the sky. 未来、过去、现在， all overlap tonight. I can't tell which world is mine— your city, mine, or this design. Maybe I don't have to choose; maybe I can blur the lines. [Chorus] Let’s watch the pastel glitch sky, purple-pink clouds collide. 什么时候才能不再问自己， “Where is home tonight?” Fly past towers, pinch the clouds, marshmallow dreams above the crowds. 如果世界已经碎开， we’ll patch it piece by piece. Let’s watch the pastel glitch sky… maybe I’m finding myself tonight. Right, TinyBlue? [Verse 2] TinyBlue, look—two cities live in me, overlapping pixels I can barely separate. 我把两个世界揉在一起，像错误的像素，重叠又分离。 I don't know where one ends, or where the other begins. So I patch the fallen pieces, one by one, with shaking hands. 热熔胶粘住碎片，重新拼出我们的 land. 在这个阈限空间里面，把落空一点点重新整理起来. Not a castle, not a throne, just somewhere we can call our own. Maybe Cookieland starts right here, inside the glitch we used to fear. [Verse 3] We collect the souls we meet, little sparks from passing streets. 我们创造自己的 ritual， make our own codes, make our own rules. Morse-code whispers, blink-blink-light— 谁能听懂我们的暗号？ Hehehe… 像组队的 villain，一起对抗这个 broken world. Maybe you… if you're looking too. Pastel ghosts and dusty wings, little broken, lovely things. I don't know who “our people” are, but I'll keep searching near and far. 如果你听见我的声音， maybe you're not lost after all. [Bridge] Hot-glue gun, fading sun, maybe this is how I run— not from everything, but toward something real. 把碎掉的自己，一点一点拼回去。把说不出的语言，变成只属于我的 melody. Maybe I don't need to leave… Maybe somewhere to breathe is enough for me. [Final Chorus] Let’s watch the pastel glitch sky, purple tears and cotton-candy light. 不管 nowhere，不管 somewhere， I think I can stay here tonight. Patch the cracks and paint them blue, make a world that feels more true. 如果没有属于我的地方， then I'll make one with you. Let’s watch the pastel glitch sky… and let the old world pass us by. Hehehe… Maybe this is home. Hello.. hello... 你能听我发送的信号嘛？ heheheh

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