虚无

一支走火的枪

活的邪物

用我全身力气

死死制住

可我仍希望着

你如梦里那样

温柔地

紧紧地

帮我握住那把枪

XVI. Tenderly

Void

Can be a bursting gun

A living daemon

Subduing it

With all my might

But I’m still hoping

Just like in the dream

Tenderly

Firmly

You could grab hold of the gun

Together with me

A dream on May 30