Each day we face something different
We fight back and sometimes we gave up
A day can be good or a bad one
We are under fate control
Nothing can be predicted
We just live it day by day
Sometimes it’s hard to understand what’s happening around us
But we try to get a long with it
And see if we have a chance to be in a safe place
With happiness and peace
Unfortunately, we are weak,
so fragile just like tea cups,
in this world that made of grantee.
There are so many unseen things
But touchable
We are afraid to touch them, but not afraid to see
Thou sometimes the things we see are dramatically terrifying
and ugly
Senses are made to be used equally
If we lack the sense of feelings
We lost something amazingly beautiful.
“The thing that is important is the thing that is not seen."
