**
I got lost on prachathipat road
a warm evening hugging the sky to sleep
a wooden door I opened. I'm scattered
here i lost the qibla's letter, you keep cocking lust
my brain went wrong with the tall buildings
the door of my room is always open, the world with all the joy
in the loby of a luxury hotel of young girls dancing
the dance was accompanied by an old man's chest
I just can pull the chest that suddenly congested
a young man from a distant village, burning in your eyelids
who never sleeps
**
