在孤獨時刻的真理微光裡
時間曾經為我暫停
城市仍在表演它的虛假通透
紗窗便已愛上了風的離開
—— 孤獨是真理的暗房，顯影我們曾經的存在。
The Departure of the Wind
In the glimmer of truth at the hour of solitude,
Time once paused for me.
While the city continues its performance of false transparency,
The window screen has already fallen in love with the wind’s departure.
—— Solitude is the darkroom of truth, developing the existence we once had.
