第一擊　firelight 燒進我背上

冷冽的 mold　給我名字　給我重量

我聽見 metal chorus　是誕生的鐘響

我從熔爐裡走出來　背著使命的光

掌心　一次次翻動我

人潮　把我拋進更遠的手

熱鬧的市場是我短暫的 homeplace

每一下都是我的 glow

我曾是 value　是口袋裡的 echo

孩子的零嘴　老人的 bait

我自豪我仍有用處　我還被記得

哪怕只是掌心裡的溫度

刮痕　就像 scar 寫在身體

人們的匆忙　磨掉我的稜角

夜色裡　我跟著夥伴們的 tide

一次交易就是一次 record

我看見笑聲　也看見飢餓

我只是其中一個短暫的 number

可我仍舊呼喊

看吧，我能換來一頓熱飯！

直到一個 slip　一個縫隙

我滑落　比誰都快

世界在上面　我卻掉到裡面

黑色的 water　淹沒我的名牌

水溝裡　滿是 rotten voices

漂浮的 plastic bag　跟我擦肩

我透過鐵縫　看見地面的美好光景

是 shoes　是內褲　是陌生的世界片段

誰還會需要我？

誰還會聽到我的 cling？

我不再是 value　只是骯髒的 silence

鏽蝕的身體　被 mud 擁抱

光線劃進來　像最後的 joke

我想伸手　卻沒有人等我

意識漸漸模糊　watersound 成了安眠曲

視界關上　只剩黑與冷

如果這就是 ending

那麼　再見了 world

再見了 水溝裡的我

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First strike firelight burns into my back

The cold mold gives me a name, gives me weight

I hear the metal chorus — it's the bell sound of birth

I step out of the furnace, bearing the light of a mission

Palms turn me over again and again

The crowd tosses me into farther hands

The lively market is my temporary homeplace

Every hit is my glow

I was once value, the echo in a pocket

A child's snack, an old man's bait

I'm proud I still have use; I am still remembered

Even if it's only the warmth in a palm

Scratches, written on my body like scars

People's hurry wears down my edges

In the night, I follow the tide of my companions

One transaction is one record

I see laughter, and I see hunger

I'm just one short-lived number

Yet I still shout

Look, I can buy a hot meal!

Until one slip, one gap

I slip down faster than anyone

The world is above, but I fall inside

Black water drowns my name tag

The gutter is full of rotten voices

Floating plastic bags brush past me

Through the iron gap I see the beautiful scene above ground

There are shoes, there is underwear, there are fragments of a strange world

Who would still need me?

Who would still hear my cling?

I am no longer value, just dirty silence

My rusted body is embraced by mud

Light slices in, like the final joke

I want to reach out, but no one waits for me

Consciousness grows hazy watersound becomes a lullaby

視界 closes; only black and cold remain

If this is the ending

Then, goodbye world

Goodbye, me in the gutter