There is a road short or huge,
Lots of events occur in confuse.
Ups and down must have there,
Somebody takes coursers, somebody care.
Some controllers are in the road,
They help to quench the gigantic load.
The road is limited for everyone,
It has been delayed unknowingly by someone.
One day! the night will come!
Then the road will be totally mum.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem