破碎，依然祈禱 Broken but still praying

她是一座裝置，齒輪精密，卻從未選擇過轉動的方向。

故障、碎裂。散落曠野。

信仰不要求完整——它從未在意殘缺。

鏽了的，掛著。 破了的，靠著。

將尚能合攏的，輕輕合上。

光的盡頭有什麼，她不知道。

但她仰起頭，為這樣的自己，開口了。

不是為了被聽見——

是帶上所有裂痕，

繼續走下去的，承諾。

She is a device of precise gears, yet she has never chosen the direction of her rotation.

Broken, shattered. Scattered across the wilderness.

Faith does not demand wholeness—it has never cared for the broken.

The rusted ones, hanging.The fractured ones, leaning.

Gently closing what can still be brought together.

What lies at the end of the light, she does not know.

But she lifts her head, and for a self like this, she speaks.

Not to be heard—

But as a promise, carrying every crack,

To keep walking forward.