Sunlight shining in my window, not reflecting the state of
mind I'm in.
Interiorly filled with either darkness or fog intermittently.
It seems to be alright, it doesn't really bother me much,
for my mind is in a dormant state.
Forgotten pasts slowly float by my door, watching, but am
no longer curious enough to investigate or explore any
further.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem