I see the sky black,
I see the earth white.
I feel the air still,
I feel the fire chill.
No one still say
I am unsound
I am perversed
And I have a different view,
A different view of life.
Let me say I am involved
With so many questions.
And I am sure about
The existence of so many questions
Substantial, though, in nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem