You seem to live while sleeping.
Because you have something you don't want to see.
Because you like to hear others' talking in sleep.
Because you are relieved to do same as everyone.
You have been taught that,
walking in sleep without bumping
is the way to grow up.
When you are alone in the night,
when you look back on your life,
you sometimes feel that
you can't keep going on this way.
So, you try reading various books,
listening to lectures about it.
However, you are just dreaming of awakening world
while sleeping after all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem