List.I died.
That which mounts without knowledge.
Maybe likes sleep.similar.
I tried wearing a sweater.
And cover neatly with a rug.
But could not get up.
I was too small.
Last.hectic.
I wish I were asleep.
Could not decide.expectations.
Repeated over again on my mind.
Hot.hot.
LOUD SNORES.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem