Behind time’s face,

鐘的反面有人翩然蒞止，坐下

among strewn yellow blossoms,

面對昨夜凋零一地的黃花：

light sparkling wings

表情錯愕，翅膀上點點瑩光

descend in astonishment,

想是屢次星際來回就沾染些

as if returned from a star

是非流言，卻不是我們能輕易否認──

with some message

坐著，在長短針將盡未盡的時刻

we can’t easily deny.

維持一種互動，風一樣循環的關係

Dropping down when neither hour

誰先到誰就安心等著

nor minute hand have come

to their conclusion

but maintain their relation,

like the turning and cycling of wind.

Whoever gets there first can wait.