I was listening to the teacher, walking and talking with my classmates in the yard, dealing with the world from morning till night,

It is a question whether that which all men think is mine is really I!

It is also a question whether the me in their eyes and in their mouths is the same as the me in their hearts.

I sit alone in the clear night, I wake up from a dream, there is a minute and a second in every 365 days of the year

It is also a question whether I, who feel unspeakable images and thoughts, am the same as I, who attend classes in the classroom, and who deal with the world. This doubt is always a doubt! These two I can never analyze.

Where there is no hope of analyzing him, we must hope to unite him. I who turn the world around! In my troubles and worries, do not forget me sitting alone in the night!

O me that sits alone in the night! In the quiet and clear time please do not forget the world around me! Remembered! Traction. Join hands and go to the future!