Lady in coffee house

She sits there,

Sea wind blows out of window;

Tall, white blouse, and suite pants,

Cold like a slender neck vase;

Evian in glass,

Congeals, sinks, and freezes,

Hangling elegently.

Iris's shadow cut by sunshine,

What is in her eyes?

A king size bed in a five-star,

Standing in corner of heart,

Coincide with shape of tide,

White tide surpressing query from diamond,

Stereotyped paper with afterheat of water,

Finger shivering

As CBD in a metropolis.

Flower shadow cut by a cane chair,

She moves her arm in sleeve,

Staying away from the shadow not belonging to her,

Up she stands.

Leave eerie end,

To vast life.

译者：王众