六月的花
——致亲爱的你
表带坏了
翻出以前买的
配来配去
颜色总不对
勇敢做出选择
装上了
竟拿不下来
想换回低调
也只能望而兴叹
戴着手表
内心涌上一丝自卑
把表面转到下面
偷偷盼望
别人只看到表带
带着别扭问你
你扫了一眼
毫无迟疑地说
“没问题啊”
就因为这句话
我接受了它
再看
竟是几分别致
欢喜放大
六月的花
开在了手腕上
而你
那个让我无限骄傲的你
也在时光里
慢慢绽放
终于到了
可以去酒吧的这一天
The Flower of June
The watchband broke.
I dug out old ones
I'd bought years ago.
I paired it with this,
then that—
the colour never seemed quite right.
So I made a bold choice.
I snapped it on,
only to discover
it wouldn't come off again.
I wanted to go back
to something more understated,
but all I could do
was sigh.
Wearing the watch,
a trace of self-consciousness
crept in.
I turned the watch face inward,
secretly hoping
people would notice only the band.
Feeling awkward,
I asked you.
You glanced at it
and, without hesitation, said,
“It looks fine.”
And just like that,
I accepted it.
Looking again,
it suddenly seemed
rather unique.
Joy grew.
The June flower
bloomed upon my wrist.
And you,
who make me
endlessly proud
have also been blooming,
slowly,
in time.
And now,
the day has arrived
the day
you can show your ID
to walk into a bar.
