Sometimes when I feel alone,
So I find a clean bus stop to stand by and wait,
Perhaps the bus will remind me
Of where to go
Maybe it's fate-
I contemplate.
Maybe it's fate-
Of where to go
Perhaps I'll know if I sit still
So for a sign of direction I take a look
Sometimes when I feel alone,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem