真理隱匿於故作神秘的城市下水道
狂歡在夜半流竄的點閱率之中企圖翻身排放
末日將至但星象缺席
你慵懶著一杯靈魂的空蕩蕩對外表態
念頭與自由的表象孰輕孰重
量子泡沫的色彩還算不錯
沒有什麼偉大的宇宙定律值得懷念了
早晨的咖啡最好隨意攪拌
—— 真理是一種隨意攪拌的品味，而人類選擇了糾纏！
編曲演唱:Suno AI (*The following is an English translation of the poem)
The Taste of Truth
Truth hides beneath the city's theatrically cryptic sewers,
reveling in midnight surges of click-through resurrection.
Doom is approaching — but the stars forgot to show up.
You declare your stance with a cup of soul — hollow, lukewarm, lazy.
Which weighs more: a thought, or the illusion of freedom?
At least the colors of quantum foam still look decent.
There are no more grand cosmic laws worth missing.
Stir your morning coffee — casually, without conviction.
—— Truth is a casually stirred flavor.
And humanity chose entanglement.
