冷風中一碗熱麵

In chilly wind, a bowl of hot noodles.

你雙手輕輕推過來

With both hands, you edge it towards me,

連同煙縷之間沒法聽清楚的話

your words adrift in steam.

眼鏡模糊了，麵條在筷子的縫隙間

My glasses fog. Between the tips of my chopsticks,

冒香、彈跳、抖動、輕輕下滑

the noodles’ fragrant, trembling dance.

我趕快把它們塞進嘴裏。火燙燙的胸口

I slide them in. My chest kindles

給點著了，一片通明

as if firelit. Outside, night drizzles on,

外面的小雨撒遍夜空，忽然

one droplet and another

一點一點全都吐著亮光

bearing light.