雪落在你名字里

今夜，城市把声音放轻，
雪一片一片，替天空写信。
我没有说想你，
只把窗边那盏灯，留得比往常久一些。

你若走来，
不必抖落肩上的冬天。
我愿意连同那些未融的雪，
一起拥你入怀。

我们沿着没有脚印的路慢慢走，
不急着抵达，不急着证明什么。
两个人的呼吸在冷空气里相逢，
竟让整个季节，有了温度。

等天亮，雪会忘记它来过，
屋檐会把沉默还给水滴。
而我仍会记得——
你站在雪里，
像冬天终于说出的，那一句愿意。

Snow Falls Inside Your Name

Tonight, the city lowers its voice.
Flake by flake, the sky writes a letter.
I do not say I miss you;
I leave the lamp beside the window on a little longer.

If you come,
do not brush the winter from your shoulders.
I would hold you close,
and all the snow that has not melted yet.

We take the road no footprints have claimed,
in no hurry to arrive, or prove a thing.
Our breath meets in the cold air,
and somehow, the whole season grows warm.

By morning, snow will forget it was here;
the eaves will return their silence to the rain.
But I will remember—
you standing in the snow,
like winter, at last, saying yes.