明天從不等待
過去更不會離開
你只是安安靜靜的當下
人始於有別的自我想象
無別的幽暗時空裡
我們悼念那個並不存在的孤獨
The Nonexistent Solitude
Tomorrow never waits.
The past will not leave.
You are merely the quiet present.
Human beings begin with the imagined self of separation;
in the undifferentiated, shadowy time-space
we mourn that solitude which does not exist.
