The silk skims over your arms without any warmth or roughness.

It doesn’t feel your lover's hand,

Nor does it feel like a warm kiss in the dream.

Rather, it’s like the reflection of the moon on a silver bracelet in the midnight.  

Everything is immersed in the world of waters.

中国丝绸博物馆诉说江南“丝”意浓

当丝绸从手臂上滑过时，

没有温度、没有起伏。

它不是情人的手，也不是梦中温润的吻，

而是午夜后的月亮照在一只银手镯上反射的光。

于是一切都沉浸于水的世界。

(Executive Editor: Yongliu HE)