词:林清音
曲:林清音
I am not living;I am being"passed through"by life
like the wind passing through an empty valley.
My personality, preferences
and principles are being diluted and dissolved
by an overwhelming sense of"indifference
I feel like I'm becoming part of the background noise
monotonous, steady, and easily ignored.
Sometimes I wish I were a controlled dream
so at least someone would feel
a hint of melancholy upon waking.
I am practicing a gentle art of vanishing
no farewells, no struggles
just quietly lowering the volume of my own existence.