困在深绿色的回廊，光影在理智边缘闪烁。 每一个转角，都撞见一个不同的自己——有的在凝视，有的在疯狂，有的早已在遗憾中对嘴。 「朋友」是最后的防线，也是最长的刑期；拒绝美化渐行渐远，是为了终止对自我的勒索。 在螺旋状的楼梯跌落，我们逃避的从来不是一段关系，而是那个支离破碎的灵魂。 当世界终于安静，伸出手接住自己的，是那个在阴影中等候多时的影子。 Trapped in a deep green corridor, where light flickers on the edge of sanity. At every turn, I collide with a different version of myself—some staring, some losing control, some merely mouthing lyrics to a lingering regret. "Friends" is the final defense, and the longest sentence. Refusing to beautify the distance is the only way to stop the self-extortion. Falling down the spiral stairs, it’s never the person we’re escaping, but our own fractured soul. When the world finally falls silent, the hand that reaches out to catch me belongs to the shadow that’s been waiting in the dark all along.