The night of New York
is the night of wild freedom.
Donning a cap,
Each step I take is bold.
Lights dim, I am the shadow of the long night,
Under a moonless, windy sky, I am the flowing glow.
I call out in the dark night, weaving through the fog,
Since I am unperceived, I move without a sound.
And because I am passionate,
I fall in love with every passerby.
Yet as I wander freely,
With a turn of my head,
I forget them all.
11 August 2023 in New York
纽约的夜，
是自由狂放的夜
戴上一顶鸭舌帽，
迈出的就是张扬的步伐
灯火阑珊，我是长夜的云翳
月黑风高，我是流淌的辉光
我在暗夜里呼唤，在迷雾里钻行
因为我不知觉，所以我毫无声息
也因为我热情，
所以将行人热恋，
可是我自在逍遥，
所以转头间
便将他们忘却
2023年8月11日于纽约
