渺小

Why does the busiest city bring the loneliest polar bear

How does the purest child walk through the dirtiest dump

The most chaotic memories always remind me of the most focused moment

The ugliest world occasionally lets me see the most beautiful poem

Turns out the darkest sky always has the brightest stars

For what can't be recalled, for what can't be done, for you and me still alive

Turns out the greatest doubt always holds the tiniest self

To butterflies and robins, to flesh and soul, to all beings

Should I say thank you or sorry

Is the most violent exile to achieve the gentlest reunion

The simplest desire never meant to prove the most absurd era

Turns out the darkest sky always has the brightest stars

For the wounded, for the wronged, for you and me still alive

Turns out the greatest doubt always holds the tiniest self

To yellow earth and dust, to flesh and soul, to all beings

Should I say thank you or sorry

In the silent universe, there are always the brightest stars

One day vanish, one day born, one day forgive you and me

Turns out the greatest doubt always holds the tiniest self

To love and hate, to flesh and soul, to all beings

Should I say thank you, then sorry