那扇门后也有牵挂 (Behind That Door, Too, Lies Something One Cares About)

[Verse 1] 她把口红收进旧零钱包 窗边那盏灯，亮得刚刚好 说家里来信，弟弟要交学费 她把眼神放低，把价钱说得干脆 楼下早餐摊刚掀开蒸笼 她数着纸币，听远处车声 有人叫她名字，她没回头 只问明天的班，能不能再往后 [Chorus] 别问她为什么还没回家 那扇门后也有牵挂 她不是谁嘴里的一句话 她也曾想过别的回答 [Verse 2] 手机屏幕裂了，照片还清楚 海边的妹妹笑得没心没肺 她说等攒够钱，就回去开店 卖热汤和面，开到很晚也无所谓 天快亮时她洗掉脸上的颜色 把外套扣好，穿过清早的人群 城市照常醒来，谁也没看见 她把一点点勇气，藏进明天 [Chorus] 别问她为什么还没回家 那扇门后也有牵挂 她不是谁嘴里的一个笑话 她也曾想过别的回答 [Outro] 她把零钱包放进抽屉深处 窗外早餐摊，热气升起 [Verse 1] She tucks her lipstick into an old coin purse. The lamp by the window casts just the right amount of light. A letter from home mentions her younger brother’s tuition— she lowers her gaze and states the price, crisp and clear. Downstairs, the breakfast stall lifts the lid off its steamer. She counts out some bills, the sound of distant traffic in the air. Someone calls her name, but she doesn’t turn around— she only asks if her shift tomorrow could be pushed back. [Chorus] Don’t ask why she hasn’t gone home yet; there are people waiting for her behind that door. She is more than just a passing remark on someone’s lips— she, too, once imagined a different life. [Verse 2] Her phone screen is cracked, yet the photo remains clear: her little sister, laughing carefree by the seaside. She dreams of saving enough to go home and open a shop— serving hot soup and noodles, staying open late—it wouldn’t matter at all. As dawn approaches, she washes the makeup from her face, buttons up her coat, and slips into the morning crowd. The city wakes as usual; no one notices how she tucks a little bit of courage away for tomorrow. [Chorus] Don’t ask why she hasn’t gone home yet; there are people waiting for her behind that door. She is more than just a punchline in someone’s story— she, too, once imagined a different life. [Outro] She places the coin purse deep inside a drawer. Outside the window, the breakfast stall sends up a cloud of steam.