When I taught you

妳八歲時

at eight to ride

我教妳騎

a bicycle, loping along

自行車，伴妳

beside you

沿途慢跑，

as you wobbled away

看妳在兩個圓輪之上

on two round wheels,

搖晃著遠去，

my own mouth rounding

我張圓了嘴

in surprise when you pulled

出於驚詫，當妳順著公園

ahead down the curved

彎曲的小徑

path of the park,

衝向前方，

I kept waiting

我一直等待

for the thud

妳摔倒時

of your crash as I

那一聲悶響

sprinted to catch up,

繼而奮力追趕，

while you grew

可妳越變

smaller, more breakable

越小，距離越遠

with distance,

妳越易碎，

pumping, pumping

蹬啊，蹬啊

for your life, screaming

朝向妳的生活

with laughter,

歡聲尖叫，頭髮

the hair flapping

在妳身後拍打

behind you like a

好像一塊手帕

handkerchief waving

揮舞著

goodbye.

再見。