5AM, we woke to rain.

我們在清晨五點醒來，聽見外面的雨。

The day before, when we met by the flowerbed,

頭一天，你在花壇等我的時候，已經開始了

it was raining.

一些雨。現在，它們變大了，有動人的聲音。

Now the heavy drops move me, neither of us

而我們已經不是昨天的那兩個人。親密

the same as yesterday. This closeness

讓我們顯得更年輕，更像一對戀人。所以，

makes us feel younger, almost a couple.

你不羞於親吻我的臉頰。此刻，我想起一句

You’re not too shy to kiss my cheek. At once I recall a line

曾讓我深受感動的話，「這也許是我們一生中

that touched me deep: “Perhaps the sweetest hour

最美好的時光。」一生中最幸福的，又再降臨

in our lives.” And so it seems,

在我身上。她彷彿從來沒有中斷過，彷彿一直

as if that part of me remained unbroken,

埋伏在那些沒有痕跡的日期中間。我們穿過雨，

but buried all this time

穿過了綠和透明。整個秋天，你的被打濕的頭髮

without a trace. We strolled through rain,

through green transparency. All autumn

都在滴水。沒有很多人看見了我們，那是一個清晨。

五點，我們穿過校園，經過我看了好幾個春天的桃樹，

your rain-wet hair kept on dripping water.

到起著漣漪的勺海。一勺水也做了海，我們看荷花。

Few saw us walking the campus at 5AM

beneath peach trees I’ve awaited

spring after spring. And then the wave-lipped lake:

a sea in a spoon. But how can a spoonful

swell to an ocean? We gazed at the lotus.