Boy, you are so happy. You have been sitting in the dirt all morning, playing with the broken branches.
I watched you play with that broken branch with a smile.
I'm busy with the accounts, adding figures there hour by hour.
Maybe you are looking at me and thinking: this boring game wasted your good time in the morning!
Boy, I forgot how to concentrate on playing with branches and mud cakes.
I look for expensive toys and collect gold and silver.
As for you, whatever you find, play your happy game. As for me, I waste my time and energy.
Something I'll never get.
I struggled to sail across the sea of desire in my fragile canoe and forgot that I was playing games there.
The good use of the "fragile canoe" shows how fragile and helpless human life is.
This poem uses the techniques of contrast and lyricism.
Let me seem to see the color of childhood and hear the melody of childhood.