The sleep in a white coat
Comes into and sits down beside me
And tells me a story in which
I am not aware of that I am in a dream
First I laugh then I ask her
Where am I heading to end up?
She says
The starting and ending are never distinguished
The points are always at the same source
Only the places are different
But you will never know
Because you are in a dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem