In the middle of the night there is no noise
Sleepless sitting alone in the thick darkness
Open the thought wings and fly around
From beginning to end into darkbound
Sometimes for a while in the light to survive
With own eyes see various pathway to drive
If Close eyes, there is nothing on
Again in darkness all are alone
The beginning and the end in the dark
In the light sometimes staying awake
In various ways various motion in own circle
Death is dark endless but life is light miracle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem