靜夜到來，
你跟小孩一起望月。
很像掰開兩半的餅乾啊，小孩說。
是誰把它掰開啦？你問。
是雲的嘴巴？
是雷神的手？
還是一群星星圍圈
要跟月亮擁抱時，
一時太過用力了？
The night falls quietly.
Together you and a child observe the moon.
It’s like a biscuit split in half, the child exclaims.
Who do you think did it? You ask.
Did a cloud take a bite?
Did the Thunder God crack it?
Or did it happen when a bunch of stars
made a circle and hugged the Moon,
but tried too hard?
