It seems that we like
To look into future
With an occasional
Glance sideways
Like traveling
In a train sitting
Facing forward, looking
Through the window.
Past, like ground
Moving backwards
Doesn't seem to cause
Any excitement
For a moment when
We close our eyes
Past gets into motion
And keeps rolling by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Journey of life is more faster than anything else. We can not imagine how a long span of life is passed away.