这是一首写给孤独者的歌，写给那些追寻中未果的灵魂。孤独是人生的主题，爱是伏笔，而结局却是一场无言的等待，或一段朦胧的意象。 以下为创作的同名诗歌“Lingering”，欢迎阅读。 Smoke and lilac blur the horizon, a static sky murmurs in shades of blue, the kind of blue that bruises— soft, sharp, eternal. I move through them, their bodies a slow cascade of indifference, each step echoes, hollow as a prayer forgotten mid-sentence. Your absence is viscous, it clings, a second skin I didn’t choose. Even the wind avoids me now, its fingers grazing my face before retreating to safer silences. I am the lone fragment adrift in this symphony of decay, a page torn too early, left unfinished yet too whole to forget. And somewhere, you— or the dream of you— wait in a room I will never find, a door half-open to a life I have already outlived. So I linger, here where time splinters, where the earth breathes its tired rhythm into my bones, and the stars— those ancient voyeurs— watch me unravel, one thread at a time. 【中译版】 烟与紫丁香揉碎了地平线 静默的天空低声絮语 是一种淤青般的蓝—— 柔软、尖锐，又无边无际 我穿行于人群 他们的身影如冷漠的潮水缓缓退却 每一步都空荡如未竟的祷词 在未言中被遗忘 你的缺席像一场浓稠的雾 黏附在我周身 成了我不曾选择的另一层肌肤 连风都畏惧靠近 它的指尖轻触我的面颊 却迅速隐入更深的寂静里 我是那孤独的碎片 漂浮在这死亡气息的交响乐中 一页过早撕下的诗稿 未完，却沉重得无法遗忘 而某处，你—— 或是你模糊的幻影—— 伫立在一间 我永远无法抵达的房间 门半掩着，向我隐匿 一段我早已错失的生活 于是我徘徊 停留在时间的裂隙里 用疲惫的呼吸 感受我依存的骨血 而星辰—— 这些古老的窥视者—— 冷眼注视着我逐渐松散 直至散作虚无的尘埃