卡塔丽娜（Catalina）

[Intro]（八音盒 + 弱音钢琴，无鼓） （气声念白） Stay a while — and learn her name: Catalina. [Verse 1]（第一幕「设定」｜仅钢琴与人声，克制如自述） She was born where the lighthouse keeps its watch, a promise sewn into her sash. They said the stars had written out her part: a crown of thorns, a borrowed heart. So she learned the hymn before her name, and swore she'd never be the flame that burns the town she loves the most — a girl who made a vow to a ghost. [Pre-Chorus]（加入弦乐拨奏与军鼓边击） And the bells rang out, and the bells rang out, and nobody asked her what she was about. [Chorus]（乐队轻进，英雄式和声 + 暗色挂留和弦） Catalina — hold the light up high, if the heavens fall, then let them try. I won't kneel to a fate carved in stone, I'll walk where the dark has grown. Catalina, Catalina — sing it loud, sing it low, I would rather break than bend, and let the whole world see me mend. [Verse 2]（第二幕「冲突」｜清音电吉他分解 + 贝斯 + 鼓进入） Then the mirror cracked and the prophecy lied, the crown was rust, the throne was tide. She held the pieces up against the sun and saw that every "chosen one" was just a name they wrote in sand, a story borrowed from a stranger's hand. So she let the halo slip and fall — and stood up ordinary, after all. [Pre-Chorus]（同一旋律，和声加厚） And the bells rang out, and the bells rang out — this time she was the one who rang them out. [Chorus]（全弦乐 + 双轨人声） Catalina — hold the light up high, if the heavens fall, then let them try. I won't kneel to a fate carved in stone, I'll walk where the dark has grown. Catalina, Catalina — sing it loud, sing it low, I would rather break than bend, and I'll let the whole world see me mend. [Bridge]（第三幕「结局」｜弦乐 + 女声合唱，渐强后突然抽空） If I go down, let it be on my feet, with my own two hands and my own heartbeat. Not a martyr's script, not a saint's design — just a girl who chose, and called it mine. （2小节全静默，只留一次呼吸） …Catalina. [Final Chorus]（升半音，全编制 + 大合唱，最后一句全部乐器退出） Catalina — hold the light up high, if the heavens fall, then let them try. I won't kneel to a fate carved in stone, I'll walk where the dark has grown. Catalina, Catalina — sing it loud, sing it low, （乐器尽退，只余气声人声与钢琴单音） I am not the ending that they wrote — I'm the first line of my own. [Outro]（八音盒动机回归，钢琴尾音自然衰减）