2248569652She walks where the wind dares to stray
No map, just a song in her bones
Some days taste like honey, sweet and slow
Others burn like whiskey, sharp and bold
Love’s a spice she stirs now and then
Not the main course, just a dash of flame
She laughs when it lingers, lets go when it fades
No chains, just a whisper, “What’s next?” she’ll say
Oh, she’s a blank page turned wild
With brushstrokes of light and storm
Sunsets bleed red where her courage smiled
Midnight blues where her heart was worn
No frame gonna hold her tight
She’s the artist, the canvas, the f***t
Every scar, every kiss, every “goodbye, hello”
Turns that white into a rainbow
Rain soaks her boots, but she dances in it
Mud on her 裙裾，but stars in her eyes
Joy’s a bird she lets build in her chest
Sorrow’s a river she learns to ride
She collects moments like seashells at dawn
Polishes some, leaves others to d***n
No need to keep score of the wins or the falls
Life’s not a race—just a story to sprawl
Oh, she’s a blank page turned wild
With brushstrokes of light and storm
Sunsets bleed red where her courage smiled
Midnight blues where her heart was worn
No frame gonna hold her tight
She’s the artist, the canvas, the f***t
Every scar, every kiss, every “goodbye, hello”
Turns that white into a rainbow
They ask, “Where’s your anchor?” She points to the sky
“I’m rooted in wind, I grow where I fly”
The bitter, the sweet, the in-between gray
Are just colors she mixes to make her own way
What’s a life if it’s not messy and bright?
A painting with no cracks, no fire, no light?
She’ll spill the ink, let the colors run free
‘Cause a soul unchained is the truest masterpiece
Oh, she’s a blank page turned wild
With brushstrokes of light and storm
Sunsets bleed red where her courage smiled
Midnight blues where her heart was worn
No frame gonna hold her tight
She’s the artist, the canvas, the f***t
Every scar
