總是堅持飄落的那些枯黃們
當世界被消失的時候
我已經不是我以為的我
歸去無何有吧
人在鏡中
The Person in the Mirror
read, no reply
the daily, daily questions to heaven
those yellows
that insist on drifting down
when the world is made to disappear
I am no longer the me I thought I was
let me return
to nowhere in particular
the person in the mirror
