Under the iceberg

Under the Iceberg

Beneath the stillness

there’s fire.

Molten lava, pulsing with memory.

A mystery waiting to rise.

It is the moment of awakening.

A voice —

not a whisper,

but a cry for awakening.

From silence to song,

from depth to flame.

冰山之下

在寂静之下，

有一团火。

熔岩翻涌，跳动着记忆。

一个等待浮现的谜团。

那是觉醒的时刻。

一个声音——

不是耳语，

而是唤醒的呐喊。

从沉默到歌声，

从深渊到烈焰。

Note: the inspiration is from the iced berry punch juice I had last night.