#esotericdescent

[therooftopsofketterdam]

plotted starter for @esotericdescent

Connections - The promise of coming back Inej sighed as she stood above the deck, one foot hooked into the web of robes connecting the sails. The dark, familiar rooftops of Ketterdam seemed to be coming closer faster and ever faster. Her throat was dry, no amount of water could sooth it nor the fluttering inside her chest. She remembered the last time she watched these buildings only then they were fading away in the morning mists and coal smoke. Now they were set aglow by the light of the late afternoon. It almost didn't seem real. "I'm leaving." Inej still remembered the look in his dark eyes, the color of bitter coffee as always when he heard something he didn't want to. Maybe it had been the tone of her voice but she remembered him looking up at her, the boy she had shared so many moments with open and vulnerable in a way Inej still wasn't used to, then the warmth vanished as he closed himself off. The words had felt hollow in her chest. They both knew it was a indeffinite goodbye. She wasn't giving up on him, but she also couldn't stay, she didn't want to stay. The shadow that crept over her shoulder, every time she walked past that horrible building on West Stave...

It was Specht who called her back to reality and for a moment Inej wondered if her letter had beat her here, if Kaz would be waiting for her at the harbour? But what would she say? Nothing felt like it was big enough to express what she had given up... what she had gained. Inej straightened. Her hand rested on the knife handle of Sankt Petyr. The bone familiar and warm against her palm. The berth still lay empty in fifth harbour. Somehow it was strange seeing it in all it's splendor. Boats arriving and departing, wares being loaded and unloaded. Kaz could have easily used this spot to give more space for buisness and trade and yet the only ship ever landing here was 'The Wraith'. Inej gave Specht a nod. He knew what to do, then she swung herself off of the deck and seemingly disappeared into the shadows unnoticed by any bystander. It's been nearly one and a half years since Inej had left Ketterdam last and yet a shiver still ran down her spine as she joined the bustling on East Stave. She walked over the Zentsbridge, caught a glimpse of the Church of Barter. For a few heartbeats her thoughts belonged to Wylan and Jesper. She would like to go and see them straight away. Answering their questions and withstanding their accusations would be easier then facing Kaz. But her reason for returning took precident over her friends, still she looked forward to seeing them again.

Inej turned left instead of right, delving deeper into the Barrel but choosing the way over the rooftops rather then joining the crowd below. She didn't want any prying eyes on her, no matter if they may be friendly or not. Here, Inej paused for a second, taking a deep breath. This was the Ketterdam she loved. With it's steep, water slick roofs and planks connecting them. If the Barrel belonged to Kaz then this had been her Kingdom and her safe space... and her prison. For a second she could feel the shadows crawling around her feet as old sensations came rushing back to her, but not all of them bad, not anymore. Silent as a ghost the Wraith crossed deadly heights with ease, gravity bowing to her will as she leaped and twirled and climbed towards the crooked building that used to be filled with people she loved. Her heart gave a painful squeeze in her chest, then started double timing. Her palms prickled and felt uncomfortably warm as the familiar window appeared in her preiphery vision. It was late afternoon, just after five bells. She didn't expect Kaz to be there, but Inej would wait. There were seeds and breadcrumbs in her pockets in case the crows had forgotten her.

Slender finger pressed against the cool glass of Kaz' window the way she had done a million times before. It was still unlocked. Inej slipped inside, without ever making a sound, lowering herself onto the cushioned window sill, claiming it as her spot again. To her suprise, he was home, sitting behind his desk. As if nothing had changed and no time passed at all. Inej was suddenly hyper aware of her surroundings, looking at everything but him, still as she sat, her voice was secure as always. "You still haven't taken Haskell's apartments?" She asked. The scentence seemed feeble at best, but her head was clouded in fog just like the city. It was the first thing coming to her mind, then the second. "Kaz." and after, silence.

[feilien]

{♚ x @esotericdescent — Mirae x}

 Sneaking out in the middle of the night was never easy, not when his grandfather made sure to have all of his men on high alert at all times. Matt might be the heir to the clan, but he didn’t hold any power, not really. Not until his grandfather said he did, anyway. Until then, it was all strict training and studying, with occasional little missions to test his skills for his grandfather to see where he stood. Distractions weren’t part of his schedule, and hanging out with Mirae Brekker could certainly be classified as a distraction.

 Not only was she the daughter of the one and only Barrel boss Kaz Brekker, she also had the habit of unknowingly getting Matt into a world of trouble with her little schemes and heists. Schemes and heists he happily participated in. For one, because he genuinely enjoyed her company, and two, because he enjoyed the freedom it made him feel. There were no rules, no expectations, and he didn’t have to pretend to be the perfect, obedient little grandson. He could be himself, and she thought no lesser of him for it.

 So, no, sneaking out wasn’t easy, but Matt had done it so many times by now that he probably could’ve done it in his sleep at this point. Climbing the rooftops had become a habit, and provided very little challenge thanks to years of rigorous training that had left him with an incredible sense of balance and a whole lot of strength. And no one ever thought to check up here, so the only time he’d ever been caught was before he found out about this little loophole.

 “Rae?” Keeping his voice low, Matt jumped down from a ledge and searched the shadows for his friend he knew was most likely already here. He admittedly was a little late, because he had to lay low for a brief moment shortly after climbing out of his window. “I’m not that late am I? I didn’t miss the ship?”

[noblehcart]

@esotericdescent (kaz & inej)

"The guards are rotated out like you said."

It was nights like these that she didn't care for her job- or rather one of many nights she didn't care for the work. However, she'd admit only to herself that the beauty in it was being able to roam across the wet rooftops in the dark. That for a moment she could lie to herself and pretend that she was free.

Just a moment only as she leapt from rooftop to gutter pipe before scaling another wall to swing herself under an awning where the unofficial leader of the dreggs laid in wait for her. It was a small crawlspace that didn't lend itself for people of great height, but for her it was ample enough to kneel in with careful movements to not hit her head. Hope burgeoned in her chest, a childish thing as it as, that maybe this would be the night she could sneak up on Kaz again. It was raining with all the saint's fury and Ketterdam had both quieted and gotten louder with the patter, ringing and clanging of rain on every inch of the city and drenching every soul that dared step out into it. It was remarkable to be soaked to the skin now and see Dirtyhands, perfectly dry, laying low on his stomach with a spyglass aimed toward Van Eck's home. What she'd have given to see how he had managed to fit into this crawlspace for the view with his height, but it would have to be left for her imagination as it seemed.

Fingers pried off her gloves to carefully ring them out at a corner of the room, scooting silently on her knees then pull her hood off as droplets coated the thin flooring beneath them. "They're new too." She added quietly. "Different from the last two weeks of guard rotations. He's paranoid."

[shieldagentnatasharomanoff]

So it's my birthday and that means it's also the two year anniversary of me coming onto Tumblr :D it's been a blast and as this is what I did yesterday I want to shout out some of the wonderful people I met and friends I made on the way.

@supremestrangeness whose a brilliant writer and always seems to know how to carry a story endlessly yes...anding my silly whims and ideas. Nat loves the eldritch mess (in all his forms) and I am incredibly glad and ever greatful for your friendship!!

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@strxngemxgick I know this muse and mum haven't been around for a while. But they are such an infinitely wonderful and talented person. They've sparked my joy for artistic language and long form posts when there's a partner that matches the enthusiasm and length. I got to explore a softer side and more tragic stories with Nat in all our writing ant it is truly delightful. I hope they will one day decide to come back but even outside of Tumblr the mun is always considerate and so supportive. I'm always happy when they have a minute to chat.

@prplhawk As a fellow country person I am so happy you go along with all the silly AU ideas with a snap of the finger. The mun is amazing and such a flexible writer they catch their muse from silly moments to full fledged angst blood and gore. I miss you!!!! Let's write more crazy AU things!!!

@resignedworkaholics I've literally known nothing about James Bond when I met this lovely Q. And somehow a whole new spy world AU was born. I love the adorable sillyness of these two so much and I'm truly happy we get to write these stories. I know you've got tons going on. But I hope you're well and know you can reach out at anytime.

@ssolessurvivor If you ever need a friend. Logan is the one to call. Again. An amazing OC built and laced into so many worlds with a flexibility that still makes my head spin. I'm having so much fun with this wonderful little flirty friendship thing we have created and I can't wait for you to come back. I hope your wedding goes amazingly and you have the best honeymoon!!!

@seesbetterfromadistance My very first writing partner on this platform. Then he forgot about me XD but that's fine. Part of a very big platform and coming back after a while. I adore your Clint and the way you capture him so effortlessly! The mun is also amazingly talented in his craft and I love it when you share all your fotographs in an excited spam even though I can't always answer simultaneously. I hope that whatever is happening you keep that joy alive :) I don't think I've ever met a person this excited about a cactus in bloom and I am so glad you took me along for the ride (because I was very excited about that cactus then too!!!) I wish you well and hope you return for more writing shenanigans sometime :)

@smertzimy I miss our found fur family. Especially with these two tragic characters. They deserve all the love (and pets) they can get. Watching Eurovision this year has been a blast with the great commentary provided XD and I hope that it will be just as great next year. The mun always finds the greatest memes and pictures and the icons are on point!! I hope you have the grandest time and we find more of it to write again.

@esotericdescent / @thiefofcrows Is absolutely amazing! Please go check out his multimuse if you are even remotely interested in the eldritch and supernatural. But on top of that he is my Main Kaz Brekker (yes I write Inej Ghada on a different blog but this is my blog and my birthday and I get to shout about how much I love whomever I want for as much as I want here.) He is incredibly talented and I adore plotting with him. I am a massive Crows / Literature fan / overall nerd and this mun gets to suffer through it all and meets it with the greatest enthusiasm. I love the stories we built and the complexity I get to write without ever having to think twice if 'its alright to write this' because fuck yes it is!!! Thank you for your friendship and support of all the fun ideas and picture spams you get :)

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Regardless of this up there. Thank you if you've stuck around, written, discussed, interacted and lived with me through another crazy year. The world isn't any easier but I know there are safe spaces and people to escape too. Be kind to each other and have a great day. I'm certainly planning on enjoying today to it's fullest (as I try with other days even if it isn't always easy)

[feilien]

@esotericdescent said: “[ relax ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder while they talk ( from Rae, but - idk if I'm jumping too far ahead lmfao just ... *clenches fist* so cute ..... )" {♚ x PROMPTS FOR COMFORTABLE INTIMACY ||  Accepting x}

 There was no doubt that he was doing the right thing. Now. Finally. And no matter how difficult, Matt was determined to pull through with it. There were several sacrifices he had to make along the way, but he was willing to make them all in an attempt to right the wrongs he had done. In an attempt to refuse to become the monster he had been raised to be.

 The hardest sacrifice, however, was not being able to see Rae as often as he was used to. Sneaking out had always been difficult, but Matt was under more scrutiny now than ever before. So their meetings were few and far between. Having temporarily dropped out of University, they were lucky if they got to see each other once a week, in the middle of the night, preferably on the rooftops of Ketterdam where no one else would be able to see them.

 Tonight was one of those nights. And, as though the Saints were on their side, the sky was clear and the weather mild. The chimney they were leaning against gave off a comfortable heat as they talked about anything and everything. Well… Everything, but all the things currently weighing heavily on his mind. There was a time and place for that, but tonight wasn’t it. He just wanted to enjoy the time he got to spend with her, and he had no intention of ruining it by bringing down the mood.

 In his lap, Matt had a small bone light, as well as the well-worn sketchbook he always carried on him in case he got a chance to use it. He’d been mindlessly sketching in it, but was focused enough that it took him a few seconds to realize that Rae had stopped talking. Just as he was about to turn his head to look at her, he felt a weight on his shoulder and froze in place. He didn’t have to see it to know it was her head. His heart skipped a couple of beats at that realization and, for several moments, he wasn’t sure what to do. In the end, he simply exhaled and continued drawing. For Saint’s sake, chill out. She’s your best friend. She's comfortable around you. Don't ruin it.

 “Are you tired? We can wrap it up for tonight, if you want.”

[barrelcrow]

Hello! Wondering if you would be interested in rping Kaz with a female OC, I do have a certain plot in mind that I’d love to discuss. And I read you plot on discord, do you rp there as well? that’s where I do so that would be great! thank you for your time!

I do rp on discord with @esotericdescent, but that's the only exception. Other than that, rping in discord is a very hard no for me, I'm afraid. Too many bad experiences that I'm absolutely not willing to budge on that. I'm sorry!

[alreadybrcken]

{ ♛ x ᴛᴏᴍᴍʏ&ɪɴᴇᴊ ᴇᴅɪᴛ 001 x}‌‌

(non-mututals do not reblog)  ↳ @esotericdescent

[ofvalor]

❝ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❞ -Inej @ Kaz ( sending a couple so u have Options <3 )

The first thought is no, he doesn't. But it's not the entire truth. He's said what he's needed to say, only the words he's used have not been quite as clear as perhaps Inej would like them to be. Several times over now, he's told her what she means to him. He's told her just how important she is. As the Wraith. As Inej.

There's a block, though. The words don't come clearly in his mind, and become twisted as he speaks them. Vague, easily misinterpreted. With others, he might prefer that. With others, it's just a piece of the armor he wears to keep himself at a distance. To keep others from slipping underneath and allowing those who might do him harm in. Even the barest of glances towards Inej can give him away here.

But now, alone, he stares at her - all hard edges, pursed lips. There's a war within him, raging on and on. The barest hint of movement of his gloved fingers against the top of his cane would give him away. Like everything else, around Inej, there's something. He can't help himself. There's a wound, open and bleeding for her and he can't stitch it up.

Swallowing, he averts his gaze finally, eyebrows twitching together and his throat bobs with a heavy swallow. "Yes." The word leaves his lips without his doing, and he flinches almost imperceptibly. Clearing his throat, and swallowing again, his gaze returns to her face. The softness he tries so hard to rid himself of returns to his eyes for just a moment before he takes the reigns again.

"I meant to ask if you were able to find anything about Rollins' doings. Updates, rather."

[alreadybrcken]

 It could’ve been any number of things. Granted, Tommy had never been to this town specifically, but that didn’t mean that someone couldn’t have recognized him. His first thought was that perhaps she was the grieving lover of one of the many men he’d killed on his little mission. Then he wondered if someone had perhaps but a bounty on his head. Last, but not least, he also considered the possibility that it was someone whom he had slept with in the past, before sneaking out the next morning. Though he was sure he would’ve remembered a face like that.

 In the end, it was neither. As a matter of fact, Tommy was completely and utterly confused; even more so than before. Nothing she said made any sense to him, and it took all of his self-restraint to keep a blank expression on his face. Not that he really had to — he knew he’d have to ask and therefore admit that he had no idea what she was talking about anyway. It wasn’t like he had other options. All it took was a single movement of her hand for that knife to plunge straight into his insides. Words and diplomacy were all he had, especially with her less-than-humored reaction to his attempt to charm her.

 “I don’t know who they are, but I sure as hell am not their hound. Nor am I on the hunt.” He paused, slightly tilting his head to the side. “Well... I am on the hunt, but it’s not you I’m hunting. I don’t even know who the bloody hell you are. Whoever it is you think I am, and whatever it is you think I’m doing, you’re wrong.” His gaze shifted to the end of the alley, and he wondered if he could still get caught up. They might not have gotten too far yet, maybe he could convince someone that he was their mate and they’d point him in the right direction.

 So, in a bid to get out of his current predicament, Tommy dropped the weapon he’d been holding in his own hand and lifted both of his now empty hands up defensively. “I have no interest in you. But if you let me go now, I might still stand a chance to catch up with who I am actually after. You seem like someone who can relate, eh? I’ve been following them for weeks. This is the closest I’ve been.”

   Initially, Inej hadn’t thought anything  of the other man’s presence; she’d caught glimpses of him in the same cities, around the same people, his gaze seeking … something, she hadn’t known what nor had she any inclination to care. It wasn’t until she continued  to see him, over and over again. Until she could easily recognize his gait, even while he was only a dark shape moving through the streets, that she began to take notice. They seemed to follow the same people and that alone set off ringing alarm bells. Eventually, she was not only hunting the slavers she was seeking to find, but him as well and evidently, he seemed to be hunting her in turn.

   It was only natural that she would conclude he was following her. Captain Inej Ghafa was someone who relentlessly and ruthlessly hunted slavers and punished those who looked the other way when such people went about their business. She was well known and she was feared. It made sense to her that, given how powerful this particular group was, they would send someone to interfere with her leads, drag her on useless goose chases … and she had no doubt that as she'd given no sign of ever stopping her pursuit, they would try to kill her.

   This time, however, Inej was absolutely certain that she was on the right track, following the exact lead she needed — which meant this man was likely here to stop her and she had come too far to allow it to slip through her fingers. Luckily, he’d made it easy for her to drag him further into the shadows of an alleyway and press him up against the brick wall. One of her knives was indeed clutched tightly in her right hand and the tip grazed fabric, adding the slightest bit of pressure menacingly. Otherwise, her forearm was pressed a few inches bellow his collarbone, pinning him in place. She tilted her chin up and slightly to the side, gazing at him with dark eyes.

   His question made her scoff; apparently the charm was lost on her.  ❝Did you think I wouldn’t catch on to seeing the same person, city after city, following in my footsteps? ❞ Inej asked, her tone airy and curious, but something dangerous lurked underneath. ❝But ... I suppose I’m on the right track if they’re already sending their hounds into the hunt.❞

[therooftopsofketterdam]

@esotericdescent

The waves seemed to rock the ship this way and that. Inej sat in the small but cozy Captain's chamber. There was a bigger one but she'd left that to her first mate.

A piece of paper and a small pot of blue ink lay in front of her. Inej has been staring at it since way before noon and still, she didn't know what to write. Her crew would call their Captain back to the deck soon... So she settled for the truth.

"Better hard truths than kind lies." Inej thought, then picked up the quill and started to write.

Dear Kaz,

Jesper tells me you're still getting him and Wylan into trouble... Wylan asked me to make you stop. I think you and I both know that this isn't within my power.

I can't tell you where I am, closing in on a ship carrying potential Indentures. I need to strike the target where it's not expecting me to strike. A very talented thief taught me that.

I don't write these phrases to apologize and I can't offer you an explanation. Not yet. Maybe not ever...

This is not your fault, please don't put the blame on yourself like I know you will, don't let my decisions become a part of your pain. I would understand if you resented me for it.

You once offered me freedom, but how can I ever truly be free when the place of my nightmares also holds the key to my heart.

I'm watching the Ink dry and it reminds me of you, bent over the ledgers of the Crow Club, the smell of coffee and paper and scheming in the air.

I'm carrying a part of you with me on this endeavor...

Please don't ask me to return.

I will keep you in my prayers despite all objections.

Inej

[feilien]

@esotericdescent said: “ [ collar ] sender smooths out receiver's collar ( from Rae .... since we were Just talking about this .... 👀 ) " {♚ x PROMPTS FOR COMFORTABLE INTIMACY ||  Accepting x}

 Matt was nervous, there was no way around it. Why exactly he was nervous, he wasn’t too sure. There were too many reasons to really pinpoint which one was the worst of them. Was it because he was about to meet the boss of the Barrel in person for the first time? Or was it because he was about to face the very person who was supposed to be his biggest enemy? The very person his own clan planned to take down? Or perhaps it was simply because he didn’t know what to expect. The man was as much myth as he was real, and no one knew for certain what was truth and what was lie.

 Or, maybe, it was simply because Kaz Brekker was the father of the girl he’d had a crush on since he’d met her and Matt was worried he’d fuck up the so important first impression.

 Despite his nerves, however, Matt traversed the rooftops as skillfully as ever, closing the distance between his family’s house in the Zelver District and Rae’s place by the Barrel. He’d never actually been inside, but he’d met her here often enough to know the way like the back of his hand. Unlike any other time, however, Matt forwent the theatrics and unceremoniously climbed down, before landing softly by her side. “I’m here.”

 For a moment, Rae didn’t reply; only looked him up and down to the point Matt took a step backwards, feeling slightly self-conscious. “What? Is this not good enough—” Instead of receiving an answer, she stepped closer and reached up, straightening out his collar. His heart, in response, skipped a beat or two, and he could easily feel the heat burning in his cheeks. Clearing his throat, Matt reached up and rubbed the back of his head as he dropped his gaze to the ground. “Must’ve gotten messed up while I was jumping around up there.”

[feilien]

— @esotericdescent

[barrelcrow]

{ ♠️ x @esotericdescent x}‌

What the hell had he been thinking? Had he been thinking at all? Probably not. It certainly didn't feel like it now that his heart was pounding painfully inside of his ribcage, and his lungs struggled to keep up with his panicked gasps. His hands were buried in his hair as he sat hunched against his bed, gloves still laying abandoned above on the blankets.

It had been a mix of curiosity and wanting to test his own powers. Heartrenders were capable of slowing one's heartbeat and altering moods. So it wasn't too far-fetched that, if he could do both at the same time and to himself, he might finally be able to overcome his own weaknesses. There was no room for weakness if you were one of the Darkling's oprichniki, after all.

He'd been practicing for a while now, spent hours controlling his own heartbeat until he could do it without much thought at all. Then he'd set his sights on controlling his own moods. That one had been a whole lot tougher and required several weeks before he felt confident enough. And Nina was the only one he felt comfortable enough around to try it out.

So, tonight was the night. Kaz hadn't told her, of course. This was between himself, his powers, and his weaknesses. He'd listened to her complain about something Baghra had done a few hours prior, and slowly peeled off his gloves while she was distracted. His heart had started to pound then, but it only took a couple of seconds to get it back under control. Then he'd reached out, had laid his hand on her arm. For a few moments nothing happened. There was a glimmer of hope, and he even grew bold enough to tighten his grip around her arm; but then it hit him, all at once. He'd let go of her as if she'd burned him, and seconds after slid off the bed to get as far away from her as possible.

"Leave." It was the only thing he could manage, besides a much quieter 'please' through gritted teeth.

[alreadybrcken]

{ ♛ x @esotericdescent — Kaz Brekker x}‌

 To say Tommy was exhausted was a complete understatement. Between digging and all the other duties, his unit had also been involved in an ambush and all hell had suddenly broken loose. Things had only started settling down an hour or so ago and, after checking in on everyone and making sure they were alright, he finally allowed himself to take a break.

 The small room that contained some bunks for the men whose turn it was to rest was still deserted after everyone had jumped up to join the fight. Or so Tommy thought, anyway. After taking off his uniform jacket and throwing it down on one of the bunks, he realized that there was someone else in here. Hardly visible in the sparse light of his lantern. But, sure enough, sitting in the corner of the small room with his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms hugging them closely was Kaz Brekker. The newest member of their unit. He hadn't been out of training for very long, before they had thrown him into the tunnels. Poor sod.

 And now, looking at him in the soft orange glow of the lantern, the boy looked to be the age Tommy suspected he truly was. There was no way he was 19. His brother John was 19, and they looked worlds apart in age.

 Letting out a quiet sigh, Tommy set down the lantern on the small table and made his way over to Brekker, before sitting down on the ground next to him."Your first real fight, wasn't it?" He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and put one between his lips, lighting it up and taking a drag, before resting his back against the cold dirt wall. Then he reached into a pocket on his pants, and pulled out a small flask, offering it up to the other. "I know you're hardly old enough to drink, but... Me aunt sent me some decent whiskey. It'll burn the nerves right out of you. Here."

[brokencrow]

@esotericdescent || continuing from here

Kaz knew the moment the words left his lips that they were uncalled for, but Pekka’s crew had been a problem for most of the week. A problem that had come to a head earlier that day, culminating in a ruined job, and… this. His eyes closed, head dropping as he took in a breath and let it go with a quiet sigh, listening to the sound of Nadeem’s footsteps as he started to retreat from the room. 

“Wait.”

You’re right, I’m sorry, comes to his mind unbidden. It would be the right thing to say—Nadeem was right. The knowledge would help them against the Razorgulls in the future, but sometimes Kaz’s hatred of the Dime Lion’s leader, of Pekka Rollins, who's mere existence clouded his judgement at times. But those words didn’t pass his lips, his stubborn, unapologetic nature catching them in his throat before he could make his apologies. 

There were very few people he’d even consider apologizing to. Two, maybe three—living, anyway. How many times had he apologized to Jordie in the twenty years since his death? Kaz opened his eyes and looked up from where he was leaning over a map on his desk, a strand of hair having fallen out of place when he dropped his head. 

“You’re right,” it was near enough to an apology that it would do for now, at least in his mind. “Go over it with me again.” As he said this, he sank down into his chair, easing the pain throbbing through his bad leg. 

[feilien]

– @esotericdescent

美麗的女孩 笑容如火柴 我心燃起來 Beautiful girl, your smile is like a match, burning up my heart 我愛的女孩 來不及表白 把你搶回來 Girl that I love, it’s too late to explain and bring you back (x)