In the middle of my toil
the lightning coiled
loudly it called for me to play.
The constant raining and
of a child whose been crying all day.
Alas, the theme is 'loving'
and everyone is quite sure
that you've never before felt this way.
And you wish you were home
so you wouldn't be alone.
'I seem to have forgotten the way! '
you suddenly say, dismayed.
Rest easy and listen to the crying child
and cast your thoughts away.
It's only during the life you have
that there's time for us to play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem