Poem and nothing makes me cry.
Even in the sky
No matter how I step on the ground
In my methodology, in consciousness of being
It is like a dirt moving around.
These beings bring me with me
Living a day
Tough time turning the cog wheels
Rice also as Soup non poem
Eat a day
No matter how much you eat,
My heart or my belly is not filled.
What are you going to do now?
Using something poem, I will still use the sky.
Singing human history while thinking
Something like poem, not what is in the corner of life
Like a dust in the snow in a day
I pull myself and I go on my way though.
Even at this moment the poet must weep in my heart
On the other hand,
Among my table
A Poem sits like a friend and laughs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem