思念

思念

你的身影

在她无意识里发芽，

像一串牵牛花，

沿着渴望一直攀爬。

似流星火焰

惯性地划过天涯，

瞬间穿越在你的梦里

上演了一场浪漫的繁华。

现在过去未来的诗画，

又在轮回的剧本里

以种子的方式种下...

Trace of thoughts

Your shadow Sprouts
in her unwatchful mind,
Like a morning glory vine
Climbing the trellis of desire.

Like the trailing fire of a meteor,
Driven by the momentum of the past,
It pierces your dream in a breath,
staging a fleeting bloom of splendor.

The poetics of then, now, and yet-to-be
Are sowed once more as silent seeds
in the recurring script of Samsara...