Horizon Line，嚮往遠方。無法輕易到達，遂輕易墜入那個異鄕人靜寂的眸里。Somewhere I have never traveled,一切都是妄想，很遠，遠的無法觸及。離去的人總將離去，留下緊閉的你。這場雨，不過是你的幻境，你的眼里沒有一座島能讓你停止翱翔，你只能不停地往前走，往前跑，直線的，不能拐彎。終於，沒有足夠豐滿的羽翼，你隕落在自己虛無縹緲的心里。你再也聽不到，她用吐你手心口水的方式威脅你，從被窩里爬起。你五指緊閉，密不透風的，顫抖著將玫瑰的花瓣揉碎成雨，飄落在她心里。
【somewhere i have never traveled】
somewhere i have never travelled,
gladly beyond
any experience,
your eyes have their silence
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
touching skilfully,
mysteriously
her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,
i and my life will shut very beautifully,
suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility
whose texture compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens,
only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses nobody,
not even the rain,has such small hands
