She Stealthily Comes Out
- Poetry of Nalan Xingde

She stealthily comes out to tryst with me,

hard to know when she comes because we haven't dated.

Lean on the balustrade with her to watch the moonshine,

i gently step close to her and lower my head to smell her fragrance.

The time of encounter is too short,

i spoonily wait for her from day to night like a doll-lost kid.

Every spring thinking of her like a lunatic,just hope she's fine.

i gently step to pear flowers and lower my head to smell her fragrance.