Another morning,
a other sunrise.
Another evening,
another moonrise.
People around me,
Sitting beside me.
Feeling different,
Feeling strange.
All these people happy and enraged,
All these humans sad and strange.
The world around me,
Come and see.
The world around us,
Spinning so fast.
Time lasts,
Memories turn to dust.
That's the world above us,
That's the world. It came to last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem