Yesterday I attended a Chinese festival event.
It was fun and entertaining,
Until I left and saw the reality that was on coming.
The studying till 3am which was becoming.
However, as the hours of the night turned to hours of the morning.
I realized I loved what I do and the work is actually fascinating.
Now I have to sacrifice hours of sleep for hours study,
Hours of study which were sacrificed for playful understudy.
Hopefully the hours spent were not so unlucky.
Sorry to say festivals can't compare.
To the hours of the night of studies which are dare.
I rather had spent those hours with my favourite Professor,
Hearing information which I couldn't find from another.
The smiles and laughter which I couldn't otherwise gather.
Maybe it is nice to try these things out once in a while.
Make your experiences versatile.
Somehow I don't think I should regret those hours lost.
Rather I appreciate them without much cost.
Nothing compares to studying during the night,
Which makes me feel so alive and bright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem