早晨的微風顧左右而言他
咖啡悄悄變冷
咖啡悄悄變冷
紗窗否認有過任何氣味分子逃逸的跡象
時間索性越過懷疑論的山頭
喚醒一夜沉睡的露珠
Awakening
The morning breeze averts its gaze, deflecting the talk;
the coffee, unnoticed, slips into the cool.
The gauze of the window insists no trace of fragrance has flown.
Then time, untroubled, climbs past the ridge of Skepticism,
to rouse the dewdrops sleeping through the night.