The moonlight at my door is white.
It flashes by like weaponry.
A shattered scenery resolves
into sweet and sharpened
drops of candy.
Bit by bit, they prick
the slightly-slanted corners
of your eyes.
我门前的月光很白
像某种兵器一闪而过
破碎的景象慢慢坚实
变成甜蜜的有点尖锐的球形糖果
一颗一颗
刺穿你微微倾斜的眼角
