躲在時間的戰壕中我試著計算生命的厚度
無法分心想象人類與他們任意編造出來的偉大謊言
畢竟死亡的黑雲和沙塵已經藐視了一切意義
誰又能夠擺脫真理的無情嘲弄
—— 假如薛丁格的貓躲在時間的戰壕中寫下這遺書，既是對外部世界的量子態觀察，也是對其內在靈魂坍縮的無情紀錄。像手術刀一樣精準地切開了文明的表皮，露出底下蒼白的骨架。
Hiding in the Trenches of Time
Hiding in the trenches of time, I attempt to calculate the thickness of life,
Unable to be distracted by imagining humanity and the magnificent lies they arbitrarily fabricate.
After all, the black clouds and dust of death have already scorned all significance;
Who, then, can escape the ruthless mockery of truth?
—— If Schrödinger's cat were to pen this testament while hiding in the trenches of time, it would serve as both a quantum observation of the external world and a ruthless record of the collapse of its inner soul. It slices through the epidermis of civilization with the precision of a scalpel, laying bare the pale skeleton beneath.
