起初以為那是記憶的摺紙

At first, memory’s origami

掛在臨水廊下，不期然望見了

hanging from a waterside porch

未及熟視，俄而

open to a stranger’s gaze.

化為古箏音響浮過告別的現場

Then it melds to a farewell

如飛禽無意掉下之一羽

strummed on the guzheng,

落入歌者湛湛的心底，渲染

as if a feather parted from one wing

滲透，或是蝴蝶如期負來生靈

found the singer’s limpid heart,

鮮血無盡，轉眼回歸純粹

the music rippling

一種決眥欲裂的紅

like a sudden butterfly bears up the spirit.

Endless blood, a furious purity

about to split open.