你也被都市消磨着吗⋯⋯ 孤身在城市，日复一日，灰涩阴沈地浮游。 每一天的工作就像单人房里的落尘，无论怎么打扫，都仍会再度累积起来，彷彿徒劳无功的人生。 一日比一日更觉渺小，生活会出现翻转吗？ 大都市的头顶有一朵尘云，小小的我心底有一层灰尘。 P.s. 如果有时你觉得一切了无意义， 那是因为你有一颗过于常人的丰富的心， 请你一定要守护好心，以艺术和文学的美，喂养你的心。 When the dawn breaks and my eyes open, all I see is dust Exhausted and beat, I come back home, a heart full of dust She went ahead, left me behind, a hole in my heart Sometimes I think to myself, this single studio, maybe she’s still around Still looking after me? In the instant glimpse, I thought I saw your silhouette The noisiness of the city, the sounds flooding, drowning, deep into the night At that time you showed, vulnerable and gentle, like the thorn, infiltrating We sink into a vacuum, naked and raw, enthralled in it all Forgetting the once unconditional advocation from outside the bubble Even so, in this moment, I still see you, in all your glory Difficultly insignificant, the haunting solitude, is it all temporary? The future is distant, day after day, the dust accumulating No one inquired, no one responded, all that’s left are obscurities Once like a sweeping hurricane, now it’s all just debris, looming over the flickering dreams Deprived of slumber, I dare not say I’m worn, sluggishly I return to dust My appearance blurring, losing shape, gradually forgetting the meaning Weary and no longer caring, the candlelight indifferently staring Dancing in the dim light, dust permeated, when the flame was extinguished I must clean, I must work, the purpose of our existence as human Does warning work? Does irony work? Loneliness is romantic? Would it work? Would I be useful? Or just wasting away! I live in the dust, the dust lives in me, nothing can escape this adversity I’d rather be dust than become a maggot, I’d fill the ocean relentlessly Time is sedated, the granted existence, from the distant past to this night The present ordinary does not represent a lifetime Heart deliberate, body in stride. Collecting, steadily and sturdily existing You speak so neutrally But how could you I can’t suppress these emotions Powerless against the tide How would you hold the oar on a cruise ship I lie on my back and drift along Guard your boundless heart Yes, your invaluable boundless heart