MORN/晨
這個時代早晨手裡的咖啡已成了標配街上的行人眼裡暗淡無光人們頭上戴着耳機人們低頭盯着手機走的雖是一條路但又不是一條路仿佛最怕的事情就是碰見熟人要在疲憊不堪的身體裡吝嗇的擠出笑容多想再回到那個純真的年代早晨This era
morning
Coffee in hand has become the standard
The eyes of passers-by in the street, tinted with a shadow,
On their heads, people wear headphones,
People gaze downward at their phones in a trance,
It’s a road, yet not quite a road.
As if the first thing I dreaded was encountering a known face,
To muster a smile in this weary place.
How I yearn to return to that innocent era,
morning