I had a glass bottle.
With decorations like flowers and bubbles.
Suddenly it drops and shatters.
I cried, louder and louder.

I had a little pillow.
It was squishy and hollow.
One day, I tore it apart.
I couldn't do anything but be sad.

Bottles broken, pillows torn.
You can't undo what has been done.
But pillows can still be hugged, bottles can still be fixed.
And everything can be restarted.