恒定的夜 / The Constant Night
恒定的夜
夜,不再行走;
它坐在系统的膝上,被命名为“背景”。
时间的皮肤悄然剥落,每剥一寸,
就有一个输家,从日光的遗忘中跌落。
他们没有声音,他们是数字背后的凹陷——
是算法吐出的残响,胜利用过的道具。
你在夜里睁眼,光是剧中缺席的角色。
你曾拥有过它,但你可知,
你只是那枚最后落下的子,
为了填满结局,为了恒定……
拒绝任何不在剧本之内的抖动。
The Constant Night
The night, no longer walks;
It sits on the system’s knee, named “Background.”
Time’s skin quietly peels away, for every inch shed,
There’s a loser, falls forgotten by the daylight.
They are silent, they are dips behind the numbers —
The echoes spit out by algorithms, tools once used by victory.
You open eyes in the night, and light is the absent character in the play.
You were told you once had it, but do you know,
That you are just the last falling piece,
To fill the ending, to maintain the constant…
Refusing any shake not written in the script.