A sweltering, humid midsummer night,
Frogs and insects chant with fevered energy;
The night is not alone.
Cross the city, only for a rendezvous,
Waiting for the deep of night.
Sporadic shooting stars streak across the starry sky—
Right time, right place,
Never too easy…
Until next time.

(Pictures by Nguyen Nga My)

Chinese version:
. 流星雨