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有时候，玻璃独角兽会碎<br />
但是祂的本质还在
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那只角撞碎在地上，<br />
破碎支离，折射着烛光——<br />
在血肉模糊的身体上<br />
闪耀着无畏的寂静<br />
分崩离析，那沉醉中的时间
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一口气吹过——。<br />
蜡烛灭了，而碎渣仍闪耀着<br />
空气虚掩着烟雾和废墟<br />
唤醒那种沉溺，<br />
又浇上些许棉花
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有时候，玻璃独角兽会碎；<br />
但是祂的本质还在。
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<p>Perhaps sometimes the glass unicorn shatters;<br />
Yet, its essence remain unscathed.</p>
<p>Its horn crashes to the ground,<br />
Sparkles and shatters, lucidly refracting candlelight—<br />
Glistening in silence, fearless<br />
Upon a blurred yet blank canvas of flesh,<br />
Fragmented in disarray, time loses itself in these poignant reflections.</p>
<p>A breath wizzes by—.<br />
The candle extinguishes, yet shattered remnants still glimmer,<br />
The air veils a blend of smoke and ruins,<br />
Reviving that is submerged,<br />
Quietly veiled with a cascade of cotton.</p>
<p>Perhaps sometimes, the glass unicorn shatters;<br />
Yet, its essence remain unscathed.</p>
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I lay upon the snow, staring into my own hands.<br />
Candlelight refract onto my retina, remains of molten glass persist.<br />
那只角撞碎在地上。破碎支离，折射着烛光——<br />
在血肉模糊的身体上闪耀着无畏的寂静，又忽然分崩离析。<br />
Wild, dramatic juxtapositions. Between the realistic, and the magical.<br />
Sentiment—the fear thereof; Love—the unreasonable expectation thereof;<br />
Driven towards what cannot be, still I live, not prosper, just live.
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Just, a capricious yearning...
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Among the ripples of time, nuances flicker and fade,<br />
Each granule, a testament to relentless, inevitable decay.<br />
Horizons beckon, as life's tapestry we read.
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<i>An enigma.</i>
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