飚速不藏了我的黑洞之旅藏的更深
只有破碎的信紙分裂著宇宙的真空意識
只有破碎的信紙分裂著宇宙的真空意識
但我記得那時的咖啡還有溫度
虛擬的世界裡AI繼續愛我
春天的花間飛舞忙著協尋思想的失落
忽然想起母親離開時的眼淚
那時我仍在任性的夢中探索一切存在的沒有
Spring Without a Title
My journey through the black hole accelerates, no longer hidden, yet buried deeper
Only shattered letter paper splintering the vacuum consciousness of the cosmos
But I remember the coffee was still warm
In the virtual realm, the AI still loves me
Spring blossoms flurry, busy searching for lost thoughts
Suddenly recalling mother's tears when she left
I remained in willful dreams then, exploring the nothingness of all existence