Death Poetry (Part Two: Picking sunflower) Rainy night who stole cattle Crept into my window On in my dream body Sunflower harvest I'm still sleeping I sleep on the body Open the color of the sunflower Pair of hand-picked Tanaka still like sunflower Beautiful awkward duck Rainy night who stole cattle Me from the human Body stolen. I'm still sleeping. I was taken outside the body Sunflower outside. I am the world The first cow (dead Queen) I think of their beautiful I'm still sleeping. Rainy night who stole cattle So very happy I had become color cow In my body Jubilation to run