我把关于你的梦

对折三次

一次直角的相遇

一次悄悄的别离

还有一次不可言说的重逢

此刻

它正搁浅在

一枚弦月的柔波间——

那银色的海湾

漂满碎梦的船只

每艘都载着

未曾寄出的

潮汐情书

I Fold the Dream of You,

Three Times

Once—

an encounter at a right angle,

Then—

a quiet, unnoticed farewell,

And once more—

a reunion unspeakable, unnamed.

Now,

it lies stranded

in the gentle ripples

of a crescent moon—

That silver bay

is adrift with boats of broken dreams,

each one carrying

a tide-written letter

never sent.