Mute Poem by BEI Ling

Mute



To talk with the imaginary you
Sunshine, we sit side by side

You hesitate and move away
Our eyes meeting frequently
Are not free

The bow has been strung
An arrow flies through

Memory no longer awaits me

Translated by Tang Chao and L. Robinson

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