The Awakening Of The Sun Poem by Cui Gya

This morning the sun
Broke into the gap of the curtain
It wakes my dream
And warms my face
I didn't book any wake-up service of its
As usual
It's always the first God to stop dreaming
But it's not loud and colorful
I don't know
Those who are not good at dreaming
Awakened by which one?
I just know
When they're awake
They were asked to dream
Do you dream of the sun
It sends Boston dogs
The dog replaces your single labor force
with an indefatigable horse power?
You said you were the spire of the planet
Congratulations on your overestimation
The sun is waiting for you
To hold a press conference