很多人在生活里找不到方向 ，
找不到答案 ，
找不到真实

Precious , tarnished spaces .

A plant stands on the precipice ,
And considers her fate .
Everything is more beautiful
because we’re doomed .

我们已经不存在了 。

让我发一发呆 ，做一做白日梦 。

Head filled with elsewhere .

Where do we go from here ?

Strangers of spaces .

There are stories in dust .

Brave strawberry of the sky .

We were young . Life was good .