Lately I had sleep disorder, either too hard to fall sleep or wake up. It has turned my daily routine upside down. Stressing, and a bit intimidating, as I have never thought this is happening to me. I don’t want to dig into the whys. Yesterday, I managed to sleep before 0.00 stroke and had a good night’s sleep and felt all refreshened up. This is just the background of my next poem:
Following footsteps of shadows—
In a room full of paper thin creatures.
Screams, not a choice; laughters, too loud—
I buried my head with meaningless things, wondering
When the sleep goddess will return my dreams.
The more I want,
The less I get.
Forgive and forgiven; forget and forgotten.
Take the deal signed by life , and call it even.
Then comes my attempt of translation again.
尖叫， 不用了；大笑， 别吵—
原谅， 你已被原谅； 忘记，你也被忘记，
Not sure if you like it and let me know what you think, hoping that I have brought something positive and happy sleeping . Sleeping well is a bless.