With the lids of your eyes shut tightly,
Look onward into the darkness,
There waiting, you will find the answer to life:
Death. It's right there, but we can't see it, nor touch it,
For every question is rhetorical, with Death as the answer,
If you want to see the world through a dead man's eyes,
Just go to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem