〈信靶〉我希望你穿戴著戰術手套的手,能搭在我正在學習如何握穩狙擊槍,不使其晃動的手上,教我如何瞄準3000公尺外,我早早便塞在窗縫裡的寫給你的告白信。I wish your gloved hand could rest on mine, the one still learning how to steady a sniper rifle—not to keep the barrel still,but so you could teach me how to aim at something 3,000 meters away:the confession letter I hid long ago in the window frame, written only for you.