It's not fame that I desire,

not wealth I pursue.

Freedom is beyond reach,

when one thing relies on another.

Not even health,

for the span of life is a prewritten script.

With arms tied up and legs trembling,

so much I tried to crawl out of its grasp.

Then I looked into the trenches,

the corpeses of vulnerable minds.

From the puddles of blood,

when my mere image reflects,

I saw my elbows swallowing from fatigue,

my skin peeling off the body.

Then it all shattered.

Soon I will be as dead,

the most vulnerable of all.

Not a sentence in the script can be amended,

not even a single molecule in the ink.

How can I save the cruel world,

when I am caged and tortured;

how can I fix others' body,

when myself has broken into pieces.

Either die and die trying,

or just live,

kneeling to any god there,

humbly embracing the cruelty of being.

拥抱残忍的存在

名誉，并非我所求，

财富，亦非我所想。

而自由之触不可及，

当万物皆有所依。

即使健康也难以奢望，

因漫长人生却早有预定的剧本。

拖着被捆绑的双臂和颤抖的双腿，

我试图爬出它的利爪。

可当我望向战壕遍地，

只见脆弱的灵魂化为尸体。

血泊成池，

透过它看到自己微弱的反光。

那因为疲惫而肿胀的肘臂，

那一层层从我身上剥落的皮肤。

而后万物皆破碎。

不久，我将死去，

成为这些灵魂中最脆弱的那个。

而这剧本却不改一句，

丝毫不得修善之道。

我已被囚禁并凌虐，

如此又该如何去拯救这个残酷的世界。

我的肢体支离破碎，

那么又如何能拼凑世人的身体。

要么死，至死不渝的尝试；

或者活下去。

跪于众神面前，

谦卑的拥抱，

这残忍的存在。