I want everything as I’m lacking it,
In the drops of the rain, I see nothing.
Couldn’t understand nature and its tragedy,
Just being a bird who couldn’t flee.
Unaware of the blessing I’m bestowed,
Trying hard to get other rewards.
But the inside commendation is precious too,
Forgetting my powers and becoming a bloom,
All faded away from the heavy snow,
Becoming that treasure I was born with,
Will take some fondness towards it.
As I’m my impulse,
a push toward what’s right,
An epitome of gratitude searching for her light.
I wanna become everything misplacing,
As the sun in the twilight, darkness facing.
The light still gleams, in the evening,
Sun isn’t about the sunrise precisely,
It’s about the beginning and knowing.
That the powers inside you are there,
See them before they disappear.