Waiting for Godot

Why do I?

To be an exiled person?

In the office building.

I wait to spit the sand out of my mouth.

At eight o'clock at night.

The out-of-town courier returns to his rented room.

The lettuce waits for the blade of the kitchen knife -

The adventure game it loves.

is tumbling in the iron pot of life.

Please tell the Crows and the sparrow that by holding a torch

it will be easy to find the lost mountain temple.

Hide your heart, and you can go to Starbucks to negotiate a deal.

If you take a carriage to the peony house

The person who delivers the letter, will not disappear into the subway.