《井中的光》 / The Light in the Well

那段岁月里，

严谨的制度与压抑的空气

教会了我掩藏自己，

将所有的情绪深埋在心底。

也因为柔软的外表，

无数麻烦无端坠落在我头上。

我不解释，也不辩白，

傻傻地相信——吃亏是福。

我与周遭格格不入，

于是学会伪装成另一个自己。

后来，

那副伪装竟渐渐长进皮肤，

面具成了我。

仿佛被丢进一口井，

与人谈论着

那口井上能看到的天空。

每次站在窗前，

我都渴望望见围墙外的世界——

却在走出围墙之后才明白，

真正被囚禁的，

早已不仅仅是自由。

每天，我都拿着琴谱，

把自己关在钢琴房里。

那是我唯一心安的地方——

那里只有我，

只有我的灵魂与这副骨架。

有音乐陪伴，

我便不再害怕任何事。

The Light in the Well

In those years,

the rigid order and silent air

taught me to hide myself,

to bury every pulse deep inside.

Because I looked gentle,

trouble kept falling from nowhere—

and I never explained,

never defended,

naively believing that suffering was a form of grace.

I didn’t belong.

So I learned to imitate

another version of me.

And somehow,

the mask began to breathe—

until it fused with my skin.

It felt like being thrown into a well,

talking to others only

about the sky visible from its mouth.

Every time I stood by the window,

I longed to see beyond the walls—

but once I stepped outside,

I realized the true prison

was never the wall,

but the mind that built it.

Each day I carried my sheet music

into the piano room

and locked the door.

That small room was the only place

where my soul could rest.

There, with music and my own bones,

I feared nothing.