In my soul, the past, present and future are interwoven into a painting.

在我的靈魂深處，過去，現在，未來，交織成畫。

I could see, I couldn't see.

我看見，我看不見。

Monochrome, color, birth, death.

黑白，彩色，出生，死亡。

Existence, destruction, kindness, evil.

存在的，毀滅的，善良的，邪惡的。

Cry amidst a smile, agony amongst happiness.

在微笑中哭泣，在幸福中感受痛苦。

The glimpse of light pierces through the contradictions and darkness of the opposition’s unity

對立統一，我們在矛盾中，在黑暗中，看見那微光閃耀。

Although loneliness is destined and death is the end, I’m still trying to write a trembling melody with my fragile life.

雖然孤獨是宿命，死亡是終點，但仍妄圖用脆弱的生命，書寫顫抖的旋律。

One after another,the insignificant sounds of singing along with the trembling soul was born from the joy of creation

那微不足道的歌聲，一曲又一曲，伴隨著靈魂的顫抖，在創造的喜悅中誕生。

Can you hear my insignificant singing sound?

你是否聽見我那微不足道的歌聲？

Whether or not you hear it, this trembling melody will prove : My soul will be eternal.

無論聽見與否，這顫抖的旋律，將證明：我的靈魂, 將永存。

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