Last night’s moon,
Meet me beneath the streetlight tonight.
Hours and minutes are blended in monotonous, hazy hues,
allowing me to glimpse tomorrow today.

Closing a door, shutting a window,
With a snap, a wall is built that isolates me from the universe.
Novel fantasies become minuscule,
Without a microscope,
I can’t see the aquatic beasts or celestial beings.

Who doesn’t wish to do something great,
To write majestic epics,
To witness the rise and fall of eras?
But who can discern,
What separates the “grand” from the “ordinary”?

19 April 2022 in London

平常的日子

昨日的月夜，
今日在路灯下相见
小时与分钟，单调朦胧的颜色，
似乎今日就可以把明日看见

关上一道门，关上一扇窗，
咔嚓一声就建起了隔绝宇宙的城墙
新奇的幻想变得渺小
没用上显微镜，
就看不到水兽与仙郎

谁不想做一些伟大的事情
去描写壮丽的史诗篇章
去见证时代的盛衰兴亡
可是谁又能分辨，
是什么因素，
隔开了“伟大”与“平常”？

2022年4月19日于伦敦