I am sad,
I am in gloom,
Reason not known.
Nothing is personal
That I know
Still I am unhappy,
Reason not known.
The wooden horse runs,
The wooden elephant
Raises its trunk.
I dare not to ask
How is it!
I see the craftsman
In woodwork smiles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Short yet smooth read of inner talk.