On this very day, in this very night, under this very light, I pray, to be consumed, destroyed and reborn.
Whatever it might be, I welcome thee.
今天是一位朋友的生日,一位很重要很重要的朋友。沒辦法在身邊一起慶祝,所以希望短短一通電話能夠帶來一點驚喜和快樂,也知道說雖然隔著這麼長的距離,那一份關心還是在的,不管發生什麼事,都會有支持你的人。
"肩膀",雖然不能說什麼,因為不在你身邊,也沒辦法做什麼,不過還是會有點不是滋味咯。
"肩膀", 這邊有,無任歡迎,給你,不過要等你回來時咯。哈哈哈。
In your eyes, there were thorns here and there, everywhere. Protruding from within, gladly consuming essences in the chalice of light.
You cannot move.
The windows of soul, infested by the past, can no longer turn its gaze away from any which are to come. Thorns spiking up the surface, taking away every last bit of moist that ever existed.
You cannot cry.
Inches by inches, numbness spread through the nerves, like nano-probe assimilating the humans, defences were attempted, yet as always, resistance is futile.
You cannot win.
It is like a mirror, eyes, they reflect. Sometimes the person within, sometimes the other way round.
Therefore in your eyes, what I saw was actually ...