Tan Jianci’s Journey Through Film and Television

You are the star turning at the center of the stage

When your lashes fall, fragments of the Milky Way scatter

And we are the embers gathered beneath the eaves

Before countless screens, saving up our faint glow

There’s no need to speak of all those restless dawns and dusks

The arc of a raised light stick catches just right

The unsaid folds in your song

Each answering voice is one spark colliding with another

When the spotlight briefly softens its edge

We fold the lingering warmth into the gaps between our days

Watching you grow ever more upright with time

And the embers keep burning bright:

The moon forever glowing in the palm of our hands