01、窗棂漏进的月光总在子时偏移三寸，恰好避开我为你预留的藤椅。

Moonlight through the lattice always shifts three inches at midnight,

Delicately avoiding the wicker chair I reserve for you.

02、茶凉了第三遍时，我才惊觉等待早已成为习惯，The tea cools thrice before I realize

Waiting has crystallized into ritual.

03、风起时收起裙摆，却收不住被吹向你的眼神，I gather my skirt when winds rise,

Yet my gaze drifts toward you beyond control.

04、旧信封上的邮戳褪成水墨色，我们终究成了彼此未寄出的信。

Postmarks fade to ink-wash hues on aged envelopes,

We become letters never sent to each other.

05、廊前的紫藤缠绕成谜，每圈年轮都藏着欲言又止。

Wisteria twines riddles on the porch,

Each ring conceals unspoken confessions.

06、青瓷盏底的茶渍，是我们未完成的对话年轮。

Tea stains at porcelain's base

Are growth rings of our unfinished dialogues.

07、暮色给远山描金时，你的轮廓便在我眼底镀上霞光。

When dusk gilds distant peaks,

Your silhouette catches sunset in my eyes.

08、老唱片在黄昏卡顿，恰似那年未唱完的摇篮曲。

The gramophone stutters at twilight,

Like that lullaby we never finished.

09、银杏叶飘落的速度，正好够写完半句想念。

Ginkgo leaves descend at the precise speed

To pen half a phrase of longing.

10、石阶上的青苔漫过第七层，我们始终隔着恰好的三阶距离。

Moss creeps past the seventh stone step,

Three perfect steps still between us.