“I have no message to leave”, he said.
“No message? Really? ”, I asked and “No”, he replied.
“Well, let you have a death”. “OK”.
When he answered, I drew up his blanket to his head.
He seemed to die comfortably,
Without screaming and crying.
I doubt whether you would be pleased to die such a way.
I shivered alone,
And urinated noisily at the entrance of the camp.
It snows again outside it.
Hey! Don’t say such a silly thing as snow falls from the sky.
It blows up to the dark sky strongly.
Don’t say that, as nobody believes it.
(translated by Winter monn)