It's a smiling day, green light all over the air,
it's a hungry day; a need with memory.
It's a request only for a vaporized kid,
Which has lasted many years;
it's a day everything is still,
or starts moving. Nothing is
telling the reason now.
This has prolonged
on the road along the riverside of the fake city.
Day lasts as a night thought.
The only small boat is real here, and wave shines.
Will all the real be real? It's
a smiling appearance today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem