Handwriting for a Certain Year
by Lingyun Chi
Trans. Siyan Liu
One person was sitting with me,
writing in my palm with his finger;
The other one was sitting in the front row,
secretly expecting to date me.
Their secrets were both too heavy for me.
I pretended not to understand the word he was writing,
so that he felt it hard to speak again. I pretended
not to understand the other’s desire;
the passion of the secret gradually fading away.
Timid people are doomed to miss love.
Another shyer one knocked at my door in the early morning.
He said he just wanted to see me
just wanted to see the pretty girl combing her hair.
I have a wooden comb, and my long hair, like strings, is melancholy.
I don’t know who it is I want to cherish.
I only remember the tears shining in his eyes.
I only remember him singing sad songs as he walked away.
某一年的手书
池凌云
一个人与我坐在一起
用手在我的手心写字
另一个坐在前排,期待
与我悄悄约会。
他们的秘密,对于我都太重。
我装作不懂那是什么字,
他便不好再开口。我装作
不明白他的期待
秘密的激情就渐渐褪色。
胆怯的人注定错过爱情。
那更腼腆的一个,在清晨来敲门
他说只是想见见我
只是想看到小姐姐梳头。
我有木梳,我的长发琴弦一样忧郁
我不知谁才是我要珍惜的人
只记得他的眼里泪花闪耀。
只记得他一路唱着悲伤的歌。