我找不到與你無關的海洋記憶。

我的淚腺是爬滿河口沙洲的紅樹林，但我心若大洋廣袤，獨角鯨的遨游領著我到了一個黑色海床，那兒有道一人躬身能入的裂縫，我緩緩下潛，落在1912年沉沒的那艘大鐵船甲板上，我找到了蘿絲道森的頭等艙房間，把一片記憶的碎刃從心臟拔出，從胸口離開時，它溢出水藍光芒，模糊了周遭併出的血絲，我把它放進她的珠寶保險櫃裡。

一次一小片就好。

通常我是個路痴，但獨角鯨會再帶我回來。

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I can't find any maritime memories where you don't exist.

My tear gland is a mangrove forest crawling across the sandbar of the estuary, but my heart is as vast as an ocean, and the narwhal's led me to a black seabed, where there is a crack that can be entered by a sole person, and I slowly dived, finally landed on the deck of the massive iron ship that sank in the year of 1912, I found Rose Dawson’s first-class cabin, and pulled out a piece of memory blade-shards from the heart. When it left my chest, it radiated with an aquamarine glitter and shielded the surrounded bloodshot. I put the shard in her jewellery safe.

Just a tiny piece at a time.

Usually I’m unable to memorise directions, but the narwhal will bring me back to here again.