昨日在咖啡杯裡溺斃

牆角的鐘

從不關心世界是否偏離

影子用左手寫詩，右手刪除

時間是多餘的行李

一路掉落

如果街道沒有終點

如果名字只是拼湊的音節

我們還會不會在彼此的句點裡

尋找無意義的問號

所有對白都摺疊，變成時間的摺痕

風翻閱過後，便不再讀懂

你說故事該有結局

但我們的句子，從未完結 (從未完結)

筆記本的紙張有摺痕

像是一次次被歲月摺過的天空

我們在路燈下談論未來

卻被雨水悄悄沖刷

某天，句號遺失

我們才懂得停頓的重量

而夢仍然掛在曖昧的邊界

等待被打開

被打散

被遺忘

所以別問時間去哪裡

它只是摺起來

藏在你的眼睛裡

Yesterday drowned in a coffee cup

The clock in the corner

Never cared if the world had drifted off course

A shadow writes poems with its left hand, deletes them with the right

Time is excess baggage

Falling, piece by piece

If streets had no end

If names were just stitched-together syllables

Would we still search for meaningless question marks

In each other’s final lines?

All our dialogue folds into creases of time

The wind flips through them, then forgets how to read

You said every story needs an ending

But our sentences were never complete (never complete)

The notebook pages are creased

Like skies folded again and again by passing years

We spoke of the future beneath streetlights

But the rain quietly washed it away

One day, the period went missing

And only then did we feel the weight of a pause

While dreams still hang on the edge of ambiguity

Waiting to be opened

To be scattered

To be forgotten

So don’t ask where time has gone

It’s only been folded

And hidden in your eyes