if it rains all day long,
who would like the rain?
you only appreciate events
which does not occur much.
even if you are hungry, but
if food is free, who would
like to eat it?
you only appreciate one which
you had belabored, the one
which your mother cooked, or
the one which you cooked yourself.
it is the same with friends,
who are with you every day,
and everywhere, such a familiarity
finally breeds contempt, and then
you say, I just want to be alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem