Strolling along the seaside
I cannot stop thinking about the nature of the universe
no reason, no answer, as it is.
Time marches on according to the nature of the universe
And I’m still thinking about it,
Watching the sky,
Watching the trees,
The sea, the mountain,
The city, the people.
In the end only one thing comes into me
I wanna be what I should be,
though I am not.
what I should be
as the nature of the universe.