当我说出了

恐惧

它就变成

一个斑斓的泡泡

飘过夜色

落进

你手心

可它也是

一封不敢拆的信

触碰又逃离

害怕着

会落在手上的

空

即使明知

无中是有

有着时间

你给我的

不是一点爱

而是天使的岁月

爱着

而无所求

现在，让我们试试看

互相索求

即使要付出

一点点自由

这一次

用你的笔

给我寄一团火

其名为

赫斯提亚

神圣磨损

获得丰饶

把心献祭

人就变成了天使

把心取回

轻轻抚摸

天使就变成了

被爱的人

Canto 23. Angel in the Years

When I spoke out

my fear

it turned into

an iridescent bubble

drifting through the night

into

your hand

But it was also

a letter I dared not open

Touched it, ran away

fearing

the emptiness

falling onto my hand

Even though I know

in that nothing

there is something

there is time

What you give me

is not a little love

but your angelic years 

Loving

and asking for nothing

Now, let’s try to love

while wanting something

from each other

Even if at the cost of

a little freedom

This time

send me a fire

born from your pen

Its name:

Hestia

Sacredness

weathers into

fertility

Sacrifice a heart

and one becomes an angel

Retrieve the heart

and stroke it, tenderly

and the angel becomes

a human, beloved.

October 2-3