The only thing I am certain
Is the feeling for uncertain things
The only thing I know
Is almost close to nothing

The only thing that doesn't change
Is that change is not ashamed to remain
So, what's the only thing that matter?
Maybe, just maybe, depending on this poem's reader

Or maybe, just maybe, it's love that only matters
If that so, then why it'seems not it so?
Do I look at the wrong angle?
Or, do I look only on things I want to see?

I hope to find this only thing
Or, I'll just look for some things