In the darkness of the alley she passes me.

Her dress envelops her in a tight embrace

A sombre wash of charcoal enlivened by

A splash of lavender lilies on her left shoulder.

Her hips sway as she walks away.

She is that gilded lily trapped in

The shadows of her own soul.

I cannot touch her for fear

That she’ll wilt like a fragile flower.

That era is long gone

But the scent of her perfume lingers.

— a tribute to the character of Su Li-zhen in In the Mood for Love