I can sleep until noon naturally,
I don’t have to rush to eat.
When everyone is resting,
I’m happy to write another poem.
I’m not sleepy,
I’m not “too hungry”,
It’s just that way,
I became a qualified poet!

“In a world without life, the notes that make up poetry
Drifting freely;
The poet dances—with the melody
In this pure ocean.”

When the tide of thought surges up, i’m busy writing down this poem before going to eat.
The name is good, it’s called “Poet’s Ocean”.