時間的慢分垂淚
化身夢境
為了人世無法理解
向晚的餘光
如果跑得夠快
我將永遠停下腳步
—— 我們對時間的期待永遠在慢分遲到中。
Running Late
Time, running minutes late, sheds a tear
and transforms into a dream
beyond the understanding of the human world
The fading light of dusk
if only it could run fast enough
I would stop walking forever
— Our expectations of time are forever running minutes late.
