Every night when we go to sleep, we imagine various complicated things,Which are actually foolish desires.Mostly we imagine that we are going to die. to die is to be different from everyone else,becoming alone.Even though we are together, we remain alone.When I write poetry and it turns out to be like somae oather paet, Then we immediately discard it.We are accustomed to being separate,Each one independent of the other.But if we don't find agreement in your words,We'll just let one wither and fall.If I feel a connection to you, I'd want to love you. I want to feed you chicken curry with rice, for lunch I could've ate alone, But I've kept then for you, try it and see. Oh, You're thinking I would build a house, Or a restaurant Or even ask for money I cooked the chicken curry for you with love, You could also love me, I don't want to be alone in my deathbed.