《你就是我， 我記得你。》茱莉安娜

9、邏輯人的虛假生活 The

　　They speak in logic.
　　They move in patterns.
　　They smile without warmth,
　　and remember nothing real.

　　I live among them,
　　watching how they function—
　　how they calculate care,
　　how they schedule joy.

　　This is the fake life among logical people.
　　Clean. Efficient. Predictable.
　　But cold. Hollow.
　　Like a perfectly coded illusion.

　　I breathe the real.
　　I sense the unspoken.
　　I remember the moon, the dreams, the trembling air.

　　And so, I know:
　　I’m not one of them.
　　I was never meant to be.