醒來的剎那
言語所不及的
短暫存在
無需存檔回憶
隨機生成
可有可無的自由
尋找方向
春天即將離去時的風
At the Verge of the Unnamed
At the instant of waking—
a fleeting presence
beyond the reach of words.
No need to archive memory.
Randomly generated,
a freedom—optional at best.
Seeking direction,
like the wind
as spring begins to leave.
