妳八歲時

When I taught you

我教妳騎

at eight to ride

自行車，伴妳

a bicycle, loping along

沿途慢跑，

beside you

看妳在兩個圓輪之上

as you wobbled away

搖晃著遠去，

on two round wheels,

我張圓了嘴

my own mouth rounding

出於驚詫，當妳順著公園

in surprise when you pulled

彎曲的小徑

ahead down the curved

衝向前方，

path of the park,

我一直等待

I kept waiting

妳摔倒時

for the thud

那一聲悶響

of your crash as I

繼而奮力追趕，

sprinted to catch up,

可妳越變

while you grew

越小，距離越遠

smaller, more breakable

妳越易碎，

with distance,

蹬啊，蹬啊

pumping, pumping

朝向妳的生活

for your life, screaming

歡聲尖叫，頭髮

with laughter,

在妳身後拍打

the hair flapping

好像一塊手帕

behind you like a

揮舞著

handkerchief waving

再見。

goodbye.