Just when they cast the hawsers from the pier

不記得何時啟碇，何時泊岸

I cannot say, when what held tight

不記得水手把繩圈拋向

was loosened. I can’t recall

碼頭還是甲板，不記得

the mist against my cheeks,

束緊還是鬆開，漸漸

on my tongue the salt of sea air,

不記得水氣撲面的感覺

what shape the fogbank.

海風的味道，霧的形狀

不記得穿過寬闊還是狹窄

I can’t recall how wide the pass

兩島之間，青青還是墨墨

between two islands, or whether

不記得躍起的水花

they were green or dark.

何時跌落，退遠，變色

Nor even if the foam arcing from the bow

rose or fell in color.

浮蕩的生涯，記憶

隨跫音在船末戛止

Life drifts with memory

只剩下欄杆木然的感覺

as if standing at the stern rail

還記得你獨特的容姿嗎

faintly lost. Who remembers

探身俯望，徒自掙扎的白色

how you looked, leaning out,

是一連串被源源丟棄的

gazing down at the white tumult

無人再細加分辨的日子

as if at the wake of days

abandoned, impossible to count.