Shutting out everyone, going inside to be alone upon an empty shelf.
Every memory has been explored and met, leaving me empty-minded without myself.
Looking out onto a strange world, I consider it and yell inside, wishing I could find my wealth in another land.
One so far away and distant - but when I look again, I'm still alone upon an empty shelf, wondering where I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem