With the door of the cage
open, I am dreaming a dream
In which that little pretty bird
Is singing in this cage.
The rumor that I have a great
cage is still just a rumor.
So, all kinds of so-so birds
fly in and out of my cage.
When the cage is winged
and rises like a full moon,
the pretty bird might see
it and dream a cute dream.
The cage that meets the bird
on a road in its dream. The bird
that won’t come in. The cage
and the bird that are only gazing
at each other. But, they look happy.
While they are watching each other,
the dangling bird that is pecking
the cage once in a blue moon.
The cage that is singing a happy
poem. Just like this, the bird cage
and the bird that have become a legend.
I was in her dream, she said.
Went somewhere with her, she said.
She invited me to a road in her dream, I thought,
‘cause that was the only road for her.
I have no memory of being in her dream, though.
Perhaps she loves me.
Pretending that she thinks this is ridiculous,
Just like a lady who spreads gossips in town,
Just like a puppy that frolics in the snowing backyard,
she’s become Samaritan woman
and advertises her dream wherever she goes.
I doubt she can hide her love for me like that.
Call me if you miss me. Don’t just dream.
Maybe it’s a joke that doesn’t look like a joke,
but what a world in which only a road in dream
is allowed. That a man loves a woman is a problem?
How many women are waiting for me in the road of her dream?
Delusion is a daily bread for men so
I am always wandering in my dream
wondering which way to go.
No matter how you live, life is a dream,
If you dream a dream in your dream,
one of the dreams might become a real dream.