Through the flowering wisteria, last night’s stars

透過不凋的藤花感覺昨夜熄滅

revive to the sound of spring water,

的星在泉水聲裏復活了，而月光

while moonlight draws our gaze

已悉數傾向我們眼睛錯過的

where we hadn’t looked,

一方，相對於這邊殘存的熱度猶持續

this rippling light sinking, rising,

在未知領域浮沉。這時我就聽到

cool beside us. Now I hear

有歌蓋過愈來愈稀薄的黑暗，撩動

the song that fills thin darkness,

顫慄的風，夏日清晨醒與睡升降於十指

stirs the breeze to tremble

之間的無形似的極響

as dawn attends the shapeless moment

from sleep to waking,

its notes the overture

between ten fingers.