This piece is a sorrowful meditation on the collapse of faith, morality, and human clarity. The gods remain silent, unmoved in their clouds; demons don’t need to destroy—humans destroy themselves. No sword can cut out a single evil thought, and no scripture can define right from wrong. Humanity worships out of fear and weakness, not truth. The demons that haunt us are born within, growing in silence. Once we believed in light—now, all we see is our fading reflection. While gods watch and demons wait, we continue smiling through suffering, endlessly waiting for a salvation that may never come.

神在雲端不開口，

人在人間猜天命，

魔在影裡笑人愚，

天地無聲萬象靜。

神不罰，魔不懼，

人自亂，自墮淵。

劍出鞘，不為正，

血落地，只為憐。

千佛不動，萬鬼齊眠，

誰握正義？誰書經典？

神眼已盲，人心難量，

魔聲似夢，夢醒皆涼。

燈火搖搖，影子長長，

是誰在說，是誰在藏？

神不救，神不降，神在看你哭一場。

人不改，人不悔，人心深似萬丈塘。

魔不走，魔不散，魔從心底慢慢長。

問蒼天，問自己，

是誰，真在撒謊？

人拜神，不問惡；

人信魔，只因弱。

三尺劍，斬不盡人心一念錯。

萬卷經，寫不清天地是非薄。

她說神不懂人

他說魔才懂恨

我說你不懂我

誰說過　誰信過？

你我都曾信光明

如今只剩　鏡中影

神已遠，神無聲，

人已冷，人難醒，

魔已熟，魔在心，

笑著活，哭著等，

等等等等等等等等

等等等等等等等等

English Translation:

The gods in the clouds do not speak,

Humans on earth guess at fate,

Demons in shadow mock their foolishness—

Heaven and earth fall silent, all creation stills.

The gods do not punish, the demons do not fear,

Humans fall into chaos, into their own abyss.

The sword leaves its sheath not for justice,

But for pity as blood spills to the ground.

A thousand Buddhas remain still, ten thousand ghosts lie quiet—

Who holds justice? Who writes the scriptures?

The eyes of gods are blind, the human heart immeasurable,

The voice of demons sounds like dreams—

But when you wake, the warmth is gone.

The lamplight trembles, shadows grow long,

Who is speaking? Who is hiding?

The gods do not save, nor descend—

They only watch you weep in vain.

Humans do not change, do not regret—

Their hearts are as deep as a bottomless pond.

Demons do not leave, do not fade—

They grow slowly from within.

Ask the heavens, ask yourself—

Who, truly, is lying?

Humans worship gods, never questioning evil.

They believe in demons, only because they are weak.

No sword, however sharp, can cut out a single wicked thought.

No scripture, however vast, can clarify the rights and wrongs of heaven and earth.

She said gods do not understand people.

He said only demons understand hate.

I said—you don’t understand me.

Who ever said it? Who ever believed it?

You and I once believed in light.

Now, there’s only a reflection in the mirror.

The gods are distant, and silent.

The people are cold, and will not wake.

The demons are ripe, and dwell within.

We laugh to live, and cry while waiting—

Waiting, waiting, endlessly waiting...