Oh! road blocked.
Where to go?
How to search another one?
No house is here
To take rest.
The smiling wind
Is only there, and
It is night.
I am in my own house,
And my house is mobile.
But I am here and
I know nowhere to go.
I am to enjoy all colors
And I am to clean my own floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem