You seem to live while getting asleep.
Because,
you have something you don't want to see,
you like to hear others' talking in their sleep,
you are relieved to do same as everyone.
You have been taught that,
walking in sleep without bumping
is the way to grow up.
When, you are alone in the night,
you look back on your life,
you sometimes feel that
you can't keep going on this way.
So, you try reading various books,
listening to lectures about it.
However, you are just dreaming of the awakening world
while getting asleep after all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem