追蹤秋天第一片落葉的IP
思想不過是孤獨又徒勞的理性
時間頓悟了它自己的放下
乘著晚風與眾星群聊
The following is an English translation of the poem:
The Reason
Tracking the IP of the first fall leaves,
Thought is nothing but lonely and futile reason.
Time suddenly realizes its own letting go,
Chatting with the stars by riding the evening breeze.
