《沉浸》 / Immersion

那一年，一个人躺在病床上，

我以为一切都结束了。

未来、希望、梦想、前途——

都成了灰色的尘，

在心里一点点崩塌。

浮躁、抑郁、狂暴，

我像一只竖满利刺的刺猬，

对所有人防备，

拼命“保护自己”。

深夜的医院安静得像被掏空。

窗外的树枝

在月光下如魔鬼的手，

走廊里空无一人。

耳机里那首 Szomorú Vasárnap，

像一根细细的线，

牵着心的暗处微微颤动。

那时我常走在陌生的街道，

看见家家户户的门口

挂着红灯笼与春联，

迎接新年的光亮。

而我知道——

那些温暖与喧闹

都与我无关。

冬风迅疾地打在身上，

我只能用更冰冷的方式，

去赶走心里的寒栗。

后来我明白——

在这个世界上，

能拯救你的人，

只有你自己。

The year I lay in a hospital bed alone,

I thought everything was over.

The future, hope, and dreams—

all crumbled into the same shade of grey.

Restless, depressed, and volatile,

I turned into a hedgehog of blades,

pointing every spike outward,

calling it protection.

At night, the hospital felt hollow,

and the branches outside

looked like the hands of a quiet demon

under a moon too bright to bear.

The hallway was empty.

In my earphones,

Szomorú Vasárnap

trembled like a faint pulse—

the sound of a heart still trying to live.

I wandered through unknown streets,

past doorways bright with red lanterns

and the scent of the New Year.

And I knew—

none of it was mine.

The winter wind struck fast and hard,

and I fought the cold

with something colder.

In the end, I learned—

in this world,

no one can save you.

Only you can.