the simplicity of the design is so simple that
I can almost not explain it.
it's a sphere that floats and spins and rotates
it has water and land filled with various living and dead creatures
The simplicity and eccentricity of the design
is too much to properly define it.
What about the simplicity of you and I
and I and me and everything in between?
Why should my right be your left when you are facing me?
Where is the simplicity in that?
The earth is round and spinning yet I never feel dizzy;
the sun rises and sets yet in space it is immobile;
we fly jets and planes and defy the laws of gravity
only for a moment.
The simplicity of our designs are so complicated
that their simplicity makes it eccentric to simply define them.
Or maybe defy them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem