Moon, Hushing Spring | Museum-Quality Art Print

The lake within the lake flows quiet.
The station bench holds a trace of warmth.
Piano keys—rusted,
dull as rain’s descent.
A half-cold moon
recounts falsehoods,
leaving only
your midsummer behind.
No more remembering—
when all you did
was slip into spring’s shallow sleep.
Still—often—
before drifting into dusk,
there was that effort
to turn the compass of your heart
toward me.
Even a face
flickering with starlight
longed
for the calm
of forgetting,
like law.
Spring slumbers.
That’s all.

湖中之湖静静流淌
车站座椅微温
琴键锈涩，雨落之音般暗哑
凉月一半
尽述虚言
唯你残余盛夏
不再回忆
当你只是陷入了春的微眠
不过，往往，忆起
陷入昏睡前
曾企图将你那心的指针
朝我的方向拨动
哪怕似星辉烁的面庞
也欣羡那律法般的淡忘
如此而已
春在微眠
如此而已