Poems
Breath
气息
March 2, 2026
When it’s time, let me walk where the gray moon
is light enough to lead. I’ll need nothing more.
No streetlight. Not a star in the chilling sky.
My breath will be moonlight then, one step,
maybe two, no more. All I need to steer by.
I will learn, gray moon, how we disappear.
时辰到了，就让我循着灰月那足以引路的光走去。我别无所求。不要街灯。不要寒天上任何一颗星。那时我的呼吸便是月光，一步，或许两步，不会更多。这便是我全部的航标。灰月啊，我将学会我们如何消逝。