Everyone say that it would be better if I don't know anything,
everyone say that I would be happy.
But even if I'm happy,
I'm not satisfied with that.
Tonight I could do nothing, but staring at the moon.
Loneliness would be the blanket covering me later or soon.
Although I don't know whether I have a dream or not,
I decide to keep on living, that's all...
But,
your speed resembles mine,
and I can never catch up with you.
And I become afraid of the vast high sky unreached by any wings..
Would you mind if I keep on running behind you?
Because I believe,
one day,
this journey will surely end...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem