The Tale of a Mosquito and the Office Bodhi Tree
I type on my keyboard.
But you do not listen.
You type on your keyboard, too.
And yet, I can hear every single "clack, clack" of your keys.
Tonight, as I draw the curtain of darkness
And gently try to summon sleep,
A mosquito comes buzzing, wing, wing,
Sucking away all my heavy fatigue.
I fall into a dream.
Yet, I still hear your voice.
"Clack, clack."
"Wing, wing."
"Ah, damn it!"
"Let me just endure this until you finally retire!"
Feeling a breath, as if someone was invading my bare skin,
I woke up without realizing,
And struck down with all my might.
That was the end of the mosquito.
You should have just sucked a reasonable amount and left.
But as I wake up in the early morning,
I suddenly realize
That my boss and I are only a single year apart in age.
Like a humble Bodhi tree,
In the end, I bow my head to him.
Tomorrow, I will greet him with all my energy!
“Hello! Good morning!”
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