龟裂的意识散乱在平行的次元，是无病呻吟，或逆行的唾液迂回，问你是谁？无从寻见当下着陆的平面，那就转身拥抱那被遗忘的土地、风与海洋，以草原为枕、白云为背，倚着树根的蜿蜒，寻见我。 The cracked consciousness spread on the parallel Dimension. Without pain when it going groan. Or the way of the saliva is going retrograde. “Who are you?” I’m asking. At the time, I can't found the way when I'm falling. So I turned the round and hugged the land 、winds and the ocean those who was forgotten. I’m resting the head on the grass, laying on the cloud, leaning on the root. Just seeking myself.