I'm no longer annoyed when I wake up at three in the night,
If you don't have a good night's sleep, the day doesn't go well, people say.
How does it matter if the day doesn't go well!
Night and day, they're all the same for me.
Day, like day, sits at a distance, night acts like night.
When it's time to sleep, it's lying awake, curled up, face pressed in.
All this night and day, all this time, I've nothing to do with them.
When life and death become the same, there's nothing to do about it anyway.
Now, with all my pleading, I can't separate life from death,
For the time being, I cannot lift death from life casually and put it away somewhere.