在世界的中心和角落
玩轉
自編故事
生活有點平庸
通常是
自導荒謬的劇情
忘了人設抽離
只不過
以為自演理性與感性
入戲太深
一切是個謎
沒事自己收看
暗影微光
行走
自我約定的當下
說了
但我什麼都沒說
一個空白的靈魂自白
Confession
At the center of the world,
and out in its corners,
I turn
the stories I invent.
Life is somewhat plain.
Usually
it is an absurd plot
of my own direction.
Forgetting to step outside
the role,
I only imagine myself
playing reason and feeling.
Too deep in the scene,
everything turns to riddle.
With nothing to do,
I watch myself.
Shadow, faint light.
Walking
through the present
I promised myself.
I spoke,
yet said nothing.
The confession
of a blank soul.
