a man lies in his bed in a room with no door 男人的谎言在他的床上在一个房间没有门

he waits hoping for a presence, something, anything to enter 他等待希望的存在，什么东西，什么进入

after spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank 花费半生的搜索后，他还是觉得为空白

as the ceiling at which he's staring 如天花板上，他的凝视

he's alive, but feels absolutely nothing 他还活着，但感觉绝对没有

so, is he? 那么，是不是？

when he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him 当他是六，他认为，月球的开销跟着他

by nine he had deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact 九，他破译了幻觉，魔术交易的事实，

no tradebacks... 没有tradebacks ...

so this is what it's like to be an adult 所以这是什么感觉是成年人

if he only knew now what he knew then... 如果他只知道现在该怎么办，他当时就知道...

i'm open 我接受

i'm open 我接受

come in 进来

come in 进来

come in 进来

come in 进来

i'm open 我接受

i'm open 我接受

come in 进来

come in 进来

come in 进来

come in 进来

lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers 侧身躺在上面皱巴巴的床单和无盖

he decides to dream... 他决定去梦想...

dream up a new self for himself 梦想给自己一个新的自我