the countdown of seven nights

translated by PLS

seven nights ascend, flame towards flame

they meet each other in a narrow alley

like the residual traces when the tides are gone

a sealed letter, pallid in the morning mist.

six hearts whisper, the seventh has stopped

they knock on the wooden door, which is already open

wind sweeps through the hall, echoes swirl in the empty corridor

fingertips fumble in the ashes, searching for unwritten words

five roses wither, four lamps blink

night pours out spring water, washes the forgotten streets

three shadows float on the window, two echoes glide across the wall

but the first step, still lingers at the edge of night

7. Seven nights - 杰