I never knew how the communication works
It's just like several waves work together
to make me suffer.
But am sustained in a way.
And where the boldness comes, I do not know,
However I am bold.
I do not know the parents' voice anymore,
But I know thy work.
What is this communication I could not communicate?
Was it a coincidence?
What is this communication?
A communication of death?
Or do I have an eye that sees nothing?
I do not know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem