Researching people's attitudes from sidelines in a small cafe.
Watching expressions, feeling their emotions, tentatively
believing in sensory perception, helping to examine questions
that answers haven't yet been found for.
How do people communicate when they are total strangers?
Why can't I find those particular answers in an abject irony
of poetic justice.
Soaring away without finding any avenues of knowledge on absent
roads of total abandonment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem