What a good smell, I thought.

Two rice dumplings flavored with a herb, 

I found them left on the table.

Before I got to eat them, my head fell down on the table,

and I fell asleep.

There must have been a sleeping pill mixed in my meal.

Every time I have a meal, I get so sleepy

that I fall into a dead sleep.

In my dreams,

I get killed in a blurred, relaxed mood,

buried not in the field of herbs, 

but wrapped in a rice dumpling as sweet stuffing.

I knew I was going to be such stuffing some time.

Some spirit came up to me and woke me up,

and then I found the rice dumplings stuck with each other

on the same table,

and were lonely, dry.

Poor dry skin.

I rescued them onto my paper napkin, 

blew on the skin, and smelled them.

What a good smell, the smell of life!

They looked so cute I first left my toothmark on them,

and no doubt, ate them.