I am a cloud in the sky that may pass—by chance—over your heart; you don't have to be surprised, you need not rejoice— I'll disappear again in an instant. We meet on the sea of night, travelling—you one way, I another— so perhaps you will remember, or better still, forget, the light exchanged in this encounter.
Xu Zhimo (1896-1931) translated by Prontobard (2022)