When I was young, I lived in a box
It was like any other home...
there were rules to follow
and we all ate at the table during dinner.
Yet, my space and area were limited,
as I was only able to peek from my selected area at limited intervals.
Occasionaly, sunlight would filter in,
splashing my face with warmth,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem