What is it like waiting in that sleep?
Too long,
Stressing,
Like a blink of an eye;
Who can make it after there?
Those without stain,
The chosen,
Believers;
Who shall welcome us?
Strong winds,
Cloud like people,
Or voices without faces
What would it be like then?
White,
Golden,
Or chocolate;
Surely we cannot know unless we get there
It’s your decision, Life or death,
There or not there,
Very simple to be so important
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The point of the poem is hard to understand more simple words would be good; regards