
握著棉花的觸感非常實在,但它的重量卻大相逕庭,輕得像空氣,不曾存在過。當雙手再次握緊,才能再次感受到棉花的存在。
There is a quiet ache in holding cotton—
its touch so real, yet its weight betrays you,
light as air, as if it never was.
Only when your hands clench tighter,
desperate to feel something true,
does it remind you it’s still there—
soft, fleeting, and already slipping through.
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