"Grief reaches today, mind is not good,
not in good mood;
Blank road, empty corydoor
There is no response to the call for the day,
Nobody wants to return once
The road goes wrong, does not come here
How do I do this for thousands of years
Looking at the vacuum?
In this vacant house, this is a rebuttal
Kikokal, and how much!
Today the house reaches sorrow,
Cactus has grown in the garden
There is no one, there is no one like hard-pressed,
This sigh of emptiness, this long tread.