Night thoughts by Yao Peck Lu …and Happy Birthday to her!

A poem from the deep throat of the night

I hope I made it justice through the Google and other AI translation

…And Happy Birthday Yao Lu!

Night reflection into “The Beam” at Millennium Park, Chicago, June 2017 – Photo by f> Marincola

夜思

月亮躲进了云层里

房间内留着恰到好处的昏黄灯光

我苦闷地坐在我的四十七公斤里

烦恼占据重量的百分之三十

我哪儿也去不了

邻居把投诉便条贴在大门上

“麻烦晚上的音乐声音小一些”

试图封印住一只在盒子内蹦迪的怪兽

怪我咯？怪我咯？

在这廉价出租房内的寡居青年

能不能埋怨你

多少次夜深人静时把充电器摁在墙上

发出的声音和重金属音乐比大同小异

我苦闷地坐在我的四十七公斤里

烦恼占据重量的百分之三十

我哪儿也不去了

正版寡居青年不打算走出大门

同二亿多高仿寡居青年混迹在一起

月亮从云层后探出脑袋

没见着新鲜事又躲进了云层里

Night thoughts

The moon hides in the clouds

Suitable dim light in the room

I’m sitting depressed in my forty-seven kilograms

Worries occupy 30% of the weight

I can’t go anywhere

The neighbor posted a complaint on the door

” Please turn down the music”

Try to shut a monster jumping inside the box

Blame me? Blame me?

The young widow in this cheap rental house

Can I blame you?

How many times have you pressed the charger against the wall in the quiet night?

The sound is like heavy metal music

I’m sitting depressed in my forty-seven kilograms

Worries occupy 30% of the weight

I’m not going anywhere

The genuine young widow does not plan to walk out of the door

Mixed with more than 200 million similar young widows

The moon poked its head from behind the clouds

Seeing nothing new then hid into the clouds