In chilly wind, a bowl of hot noodles.

冷風中一碗熱麵

With both hands, you edge it towards me,

你雙手輕輕推過來

your words adrift in steam.

連同煙縷之間沒法聽清楚的話

My glasses fog. Between the tips of my chopsticks,

眼鏡模糊了，麵條在筷子的縫隙間

the noodles’ fragrant, trembling dance.

冒香、彈跳、抖動、輕輕下滑

I slide them in. My chest kindles

我趕快把它們塞進嘴裏。火燙燙的胸口

as if firelit. Outside, night drizzles on,

給點著了，一片通明

one droplet and another

外面的小雨撒遍夜空，忽然

bearing light.

一點一點全都吐著亮光