I see them even in my dream,
They are the familiar faces,
Everyday they board the same train compartment
And go to their destination.
As I see them almost regularly,
They are truly a joyous family in this place,
These people always help one another and enjoy themselves in a pleasant mood,
It seems they are the passengers of the Utopian world created by themselves;
Though I have heard that many of them suffer from pain and anxiety in their houses with their own blood relations,
They are surely the happiest denizens of this wonderful world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem