The mist rests gently upon the water’s surface, where the fireflies flash like sets of blinking eyes Long leaves of willow hang down, motionless as an owl cries above, illuminated by the moon
Why do we feel sad When good things come to an end Difficult to accept Everything is transient The sense of loss Sinks in fast Forgetting the happiness it brought
Why is it said Everything that happens is for good When None of the experiences lasts New avenues, do await But How do you move on