你几个月前给我的礼物
仍然在我们的床头没有拆开，
封在其深蓝色的纸中，打了个鲜艳的蝴蝶结。
我甚至都没有读卡片
缎带都一直系得紧紧的。
为什么没有必要打开，暴露
那优雅的小物件
那昂贵的神秘仍然在里面等待着
隐藏
The present that you gave me months ago
is still unopened by our bed,
sealed in its rich blue paper and bright bow.
I’ve even left the card unread
and kept the ribbon knotted tight.
Why needlessly unfold and bring to light
the elegant contrivances that hide
the costly secret waiting still inside?
