心理醫生

在開心慶祝革命成功之時

赫然發現只不過原地踏步

就像徹夜狂歡的華麗包裝

下線後獨自面對孤寂殘鏡

親愛的Kafka

為何如此憂傷呢??

唯有Sopor Aeternus能懂

送給你

也是時候叫Krishnamurti來換班了

懶的解釋

因為他就在你們每個人心中

Sopor Aeternus - No One Is There

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtZCeq2gdfQ

Now and then I'm scared, when I seem to forget 

how sounds become words or even sentences ... 

No, I don't speak anymore and what could I say, 

since no-one is there and there is nothing to say ...

So, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone ... 

listening to the lack of light, or sound, 

or someone to talk to, for something to share ...

but there is no hope and no-one is there.

  

No, no, no ...- not one living soul 

and there is nothing (left) to say, 

in darkness I lie all alone by myself, 

sleeping most of the time to endure the pain.

I am not breathing a word, I haven't spoken for weeks 

and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her ears. 

But there is no-one, and it seems to me at times 

that with every passing hour another word is leaving my mind ...

I am the mistress of loneliness, 

my court is deserted but I do not care. 

The presence of people is ugly and cold 

and something I can neither watch nor bear.

So, I prefer to lie in darkness silence alone, 

listening to the lack of light, or sound, 

or someone to talk to, for something to share ...

- but there is no hope and no-one is there.

No, I don't speak anymore and what should I say, 

since no- one is there and there is nothing to say? 

All is oppressive, alles ist schwer, there is no-one and NO-ONE IS THERE ...