腿，是自由與束縛的邊界。
我行走于光影之間，腳步輕卻聽見自己的呼吸在鎖鏈中顫抖。
那些根植地面的鐵桿，讓我學會偽裝——
雙腿掩藏真實的渴望，孤獨在靜默中生根。

我看見自己穿過夜的裂縫，腳踝與膝蓋劃出逃離的弧線；
腳尖觸及未知，卻又被白天的責任拉回地面。
每一步，是對現狀的質疑與掙扎；
在光與暗的交界，腿成為通往靈魂的通道。

Legs are the border between freedom and confinement.
I walk among light and shadow, steps silent yet my breath trembles with invisible chains.
The bars planted beneath my feet teach me disguise—
Legs hiding longing, loneliness rooted in unspoken quiet.

I see myself slipping through cracks of dusk, ankles and knees drawing the arc of escape;
Toes brush the edge of the unknown, yet daylight’s weight tugs me back down.
Each step questions the now, demands resistance;
Between brightness and darkness, legs become passage to the soul.