I have a small room, like a fresh mushroom in a fairy tale, holding a small umbrella and hugging a century-old tree ... who is the author of this poem?

I have a cabin.

Like fresh mushrooms in fairy tales.

Attached to a century-old tree

Hold a small umbrella

Please protect me from the cold snap of winter and the rain of summer.

I recalled the past in the cabin.

If there is no clear distinction between good and evil, love and hate in the world

I would rather float in the eternal cold space.