词:陈伯
曲:陈伯
Our relationship eventually became a storage
folder on the phone that we dared not open
occupying memory yet serving no purpose.
I cleared all visible records
but the search engine's auto-complete
stubbornly retained your name.
The"cloud"is truly a cruel place
it keeps the past forever suspended just within reach
yet it can never fall back into reality.
Our chat logs resemble an electronic death certificate
documenting the entire process
of love from heartbeats to heart attacks.
I got a new phone, and the old one lies in the drawer
like a coffin filled with evidence of our shared life.