不再説了

世界冥想微觀

誰的劇本

人間一直自私零亂

這大海之濱

僅此呼籲
故事還在冷漠謠傳

初生的嬰兒

為你哀悼
理性無我悲傷了斷

今晚星空太美

不再說了

宇宙只是孤寂演算

     —— 2025將盡，用最小的聲音，做最後一次凝視。當語言過載，沉默反而成為最後的誠實。宇宙不回應我們的焦慮，並非殘酷，它從未承諾過理解。

有時候，真正的清醒不是說得更多，而是知道何時該停下來。

語言失效，詩意方才誕生。

         No More to Say

The world meditates on microcosms,

Whose script is this?

Humanity remains selfish, scattered.

Here by the great sea,

Only this plea endures—

The story still coldly passed as rumor.

Newborn child,

Mourning for you,

Reason, selfless, severs sorrow.

Tonight the stars are too beautiful,

No more to say—

The cosmos merely calculates in solitude.

      — As 2025 draws to a close, with the softest voice, one last gaze. When language overloads, silence becomes the final honesty. The cosmos does not answer our anxieties, not out of cruelty, but because it never promised understanding. 

Sometimes true clarity lies not in saying more, but in knowing when to stop.

Where language fails, poetry is born.