Ahh, mist

"A mountain top? A house? A person?

please don’t breathe out again

please don’t put today to sleep

please don’t force it out, don’t

please don’t open your mouth

please don’t believe in the buoyancy of air

and let down a first well-meaning desire

let down a hand held out

a dazzling face

an intoxicating waist

a morning light held close too long

a silently burning scruple

My damp body has already reached noon

my luke-warm heart is already in middle years

I watch the mist scatter into a feeble sunlight

I pass through a thicket of statues

open a book from which almost all type-face has fled

encourage a very small dream"

Xiao Kaiyu