历史的篇章中，我们共同呼吸
气息共振，远方的蝴蝶隔着季节扇动翅膀
一生所追寻的声响，在生命末端陡然回想
我们躲进群星里，祈祷不被太阳找到
无处遁逃的命运下是荒诞的世界
断送星光，也未必见得到梦中的你我
放弃无数时间线才活出自己
我们躲进群星里，祈祷不被太阳找到
我们活成空山，在荒芜中化为永恒
渴望挣扎，妄图幻想
宿命是人类最后的狂欢
我们躲进群星里，祈祷不被太阳找到
Preface: Where Lies My Hometown, Where Rests My Heart?
Lynn
We invite readers to reflect with us: as stable “places” are increasingly permeated by fluid “spaces,” how should we understand belonging? Does displacement necessarily mean loss — or could it also carry the potential to create new connections and new identities?
