Sleepless Chengdu Night Modern Poetry

Open the window

The late spring summer breeze blows in your face

Lower your head

Leaning against the edge of the bed

< p> Take a deep breath

Chengdu outside the window is asleep

But the people inside the window are not asleep

How many times

In the dream Waking up

I don’t know the way

What I was thinking in my dream

I can’t even count

I am as worried as silk

Alas

I sighed

Never thought

how many people

are like ghosts in a dream

floating in Sleepless Nights in Chengdu

Lamenting self-pity

Never thought about it

How many dreams

Sleepless Nights Broken in Chengdu

Dream pillow wet with tears

Strange night city

Helpless melancholy

Only the trace of tears

Revealed Familiar sadness

The ray of light that belongs to me

Fading away

The night is deep

I lean on the edge of the bed< /p>

Looking out the window

The late spring summer breeze blows towards you