夜市遇見柏拉圖
他説陰暗洞穴的日子不好過
他説陰暗洞穴的日子不好過
假釋放風就在此刻
多維時間已經為他擬好了逃亡計畫
只欠一個末日謠言
唯有夏日晚風賣力吆喝
忽然一場暴雨留下滿地的垃圾狼藉
也澆熄了他忘記帶走的火把
夜市遇見柏拉圖
命運的鎖鏈跨越時空
如歌似咒
原來我們都是文明的幻相奴隸
Meeting Plato at the Night Market
At the night market I met Plato.
He said the days in that dim cave were hard.
The rumor of parole was blowing right now;
multidimensional time had drafted his escape plan—
it lacked only one apocalyptic whisper.
Only the summer evening wind was crying the wares for him.
Then a sudden downpour left garbage everywhere,
and quenched the torch he’d forgotten to take along.
At the night market I met Plato.
Chains of fate stretched across time and space,
like a chant, like a curse—
turns out we're all phantasmic slaves of civilization.
