Gaia, I apologize!
I cannot explain why little boys bully and burn ants with lenses,
but are always perfect gentlemen to ladybugs.
I cannot explain why alcohol in a man is like wind in a tree.
And I cannot explain further why for some it is like the wind in their sails
…and without it they are lost at sea.
In this world where regardless of our addictions and our brutality,
it is universally difficult to succeed.
Have faith in the fact that the ideas and actions of all,
executed or not, are as vast as the cosmos.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem