以為的猜想
只是逃避無聊的冥想
夢見下次再來
以為的實相
只是誤以為悟的好像
沒人愛上ta的愛
以為的奧義
只是瞇眼的故作神秘
遇見了該不該
以為的真理
只是一張撕下的日曆
沒人懂ta的明白
What We Suppose
What we suppose is speculation,
only meditation escaping boredom,
dreaming of coming back next time.
What we suppose is reality,
only mistaking the seeming for awakening,
no one falls in love with its love.
What we suppose is the ultimate mystery,
only a half closed gaze pretending to be profound,
encountering whether it should or shouldn't.
What we suppose is truth,
only a page torn from a calendar,
no one understands its understanding.
