Look at that lonely boy
he didn't know what to look for
so he went outside in the countryside
where there's no jumping
boats that float.
Fish in the water dance
and yell The End!
Only one thing he looked for, poor thing
consolation from suffering
and rapture from the inclement moods
lonely boy has gone crazy
the whole world blames hip
swiftly he looks at the watch
tick-tack time flies
buth there is no mercy
― in nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem