我是
如此薄
如蟬翼。

我是
你在渴望
撫摸的光。

我是
微風的語言
藏在樹頂搖晃的睡姿。
i am
so thin like
the cicada’s wings.

i am
that light
you wish to stroke.

i am also
messages from the wind
hiding among the swaying trees.
words by Irene Leung.