The sky is endlessly high.
And in the end
life is lost in dust.
These two things I know.
So, I choose not to be
with the lonely clouds.
Weighed down by worldly affairs.
Where sorrows never end.
And in an instant, I can
become an old man.
Instead, I press many days
into a single moment.
Telling a few of my life
in this beautiful land.
And tending to my words
from time to time.