“I once trespassed into a dusky room in a dream, where I saw the bed that you once slept, rested on dampened grounds, scattered with old diary entries and maybe unfinished poems. With a gentle touch, a ripple is all that remains. 

- Autumn, 2018 ”

我曾在夢裡闖進了那灰茫茫的房間，濕潤的地上有你睡過的床，散落著以前寫的日記和詩。手指劃過後，只剩一道漣漪。

-2018秋