Hidden behind masks
Hidden behind shadows
Our trials and tribulations
Are shown in writing
Other times nothing else matters
  But to be happy
As life is short
And there is no room not to cultivate the seeds
Of our pain
Into something beautiful
So that the world will one day pick the flowers of our pain
And will both rejoice and mourn
For life has brought us great pain.
Though from pain
  Beautiful fruits are ripened and presented to the world