球事

 

白線框框點對搓，

邊邊角角響陀螺。

未知此興何時了，

隻恨年年好手多。

 *寫於乙巳年六月酷暑

 

White lines frame the court—we exchange shots after shots,
Spinning the ball humming at the edges and corners.
Who knows when this game fun will ever cease,
I just envy each year—more talented rivals increase.

*Written in the Sweltering Heat of June 2025