時間吞噬了記憶
自我是僅剩的存在
但有一種本能
名之為愛
呼吸著夏夜的空氣
靜靜地離開
夢的陌生宇宙裡
從未明白
Strange Universe
Time devoured memory
the self remained the only existence
Yet there is an instinct
called love
Breathing the air of a summer night
quietly leaving
Within the strange universe of dreams
nothing was ever understood
