#中国作家网[超话]# 双语诗歌
《煮月》
/Merry

把岁月的霜，
煮成杯底的香。
给流浪的风，
漂泊的云，
各留一扇窗。

暮色漫上来时，
数着星星，
也数着过往。
把弯成月牙的暖，
轻轻挂在心上。

Boiling the Moon
/Merry

I simmer the frost of years
Into a scent that lingers at the cup's core.
For the wind that roams without a name,
For the cloud that drifts from shore to shore,
I leave a window ajar, one for each to adore.

When dusk creeps soft o'er the world's hush,
I count the stars as they prick the dark,
And count the ghosts of days gone by,
Each a whisper, faint and stark.
Then I take the warmth bent into a crescent arc,
And hang it light, upon my heart. http://t.cn/AXJvMPON