也许那年春天，脑内啡停止分泌 I’ve no feeling of suffering. 手上悬挂著点滴，躺在急诊室里 I’ve no feeling of ecstasy. Maybe I need a favor, a favor of someone. Pushing me to commit suicide. 也许那年夏天，病毒占领了脑袋 No aide-memoire to remember. ...