There I was sitting on my bed,
thinking of the motions going through my head.
I wonder what tomorrow will be,
I wish I had a time machine to go see.
Laughing, crying having fun,
will there be thunder, lightning or the sun?
But I never know such things like that,
eventhough they are definitely set.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem