Tilted / Nghiêng

Pouring the summer sunshine into me,

To light up the forgotten streets in lost memories.

Dyeing the nameless wind in fresh green,

To rediscover, within the clouds, every full moon night’s dream.

Tilting the afternoon to tighten a hundred-year life.

Leaning towards that side, immersing in events of delight.

Tilting away a melancholic time that happened long ago.

Gathering a thousand threads of sunlight to weave two garments of love.

Translated by Vương Thanh, 2023