思乡

我举头不是望月

你连月亮的影子也找不到

我怕泪水落下来。我趁机张嘴

想象自己吞下一朵七角形的雪花

Homesickness 

I raise my head, not looking at the moon 

You can not even find its shadow 

I am afraid tears will fall. I take the chance to open my mouth 

And imagine myself swallowing a heptagonal snowflake