Lingzis, August 2003
It is a small bus stop in an autumn night,
That has been cut deeply in my mind.
“Oh, it was a nice weekend,” you said, pretending nothing would come,
“But sun has gone home.”
Lights reflected in your deep eyes, I found,
Your short hairs waved with wind, touching my heart.
“Yes, it is such a sight,” I repeated,
And I understood, forever, it would occupy my entire heart.
Lights turned off and on,
Buses came and gone.
You smiled in mouth but eyes: “Let time stop.”
But I knew, so well, any way, the time would come.
Winds stop and blew,
Leaves were flying down.
At this small bus stop,
All words were blocked in throats.
At the end, I waved my heavy hand,
And, I said in my heart:
“Love you, so deep,
But, I have to leave.”
----HRS 译 2003.9.2