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To Mr. Bad Time from Songhe Pavilion

Long I have been annoyed,

For the bad time I was born and have lived.

How incapable I have been,

So that I could only drink and tease the earth and heaven wherein.

Cheerfully I speak of the affairs then and now,

Writing down the articles no matter how.

I drift around in different places,

Hearing only the advice of yours.

Oh God you would not betray me,

Should you have the sympathy.

Soon I would turn,

Into an old man of an age of sixty. 

For the rest of my life I would be the person without achievements,

Who has to suffer the agony and the zigzag pains.

Old my body might be,

The living heart still belongs with me.

Sleeping I might be doing,

Dreams are still running.

When the hair turns grey and where are my ambitions,

I look up to the heaven and ask with rages. 

In this life I have been no better,

There should be a soul somewhere in the life after?

（ A Journal of dream on July 1st, 2015）