心歸無物之外
又非星旅的真空道途
時間它循跡印象
一生罔度其實甚歡
精神料峭
春天總在尚遠中
You Guess
The heart returns beyond all things,
yet not along the vacuum path of a stellar journey.
Time follows the traces of impressions.
A lifetime, seemingly adrift, is in truth full of quiet delight.
The spirit remains touched by the chill.
Spring is always still somewhere in the distance.
