I forgets the past, the past which is gone
I forgets the present, the present which acts
I expect to forget the future, the events awaits
In the world, the things are not easy
For a human mind, the weakness of mind may be
I lie in the home just like in a cocoon
Though I imagine of the clamorous sounds
That comes from the distant where I can't identify
I prefer the present dreams in my cocoon
Where I think it is more in comfort than conflicts
And to compete in the world that there appears.
In fact every where people likes safety.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem