<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">你将黑发，种在崇明岛的荒野</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">看它们，慢慢成霜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">刚毅的面孔，每道皱纹里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都住着奔跑的少年</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">掌心老茧，正磨亮微弱的曙光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">风掠过长江口，带着开场的哨音</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些被质疑的日夜，都长成</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">绿茵场上的锋芒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在这片钢筋水泥的森林中</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">你坚守着自己的旷野</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把孤独锻成铠甲，将执念淬为信仰</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">浦江的霓虹映不透泥泞的防线</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">却见证着，几代勇者的足迹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">汇聚成新的星光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当皮球滚过岁月的禁区</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">所有无言的守望</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">终将迸发出，亿万人的轰响</span></p>