This poem is translated by Mdm. Liu May Ling, Toronto. With thanks.
Revolving door rotates around,
glance at each other few rounds,
mutual smile, mutual resonance,
no words, only the sound of credence,
the pulsation and feel of familiarity,
forgotten names, the face fondly,
pity to just walk away,
may not meet another day,
to steal another look, retrace,
meet the smiling eyes in grace,
energize and walk to her to relate,
only to find her with waiting mate.