The grief of yours, is it truly yours only?
The loneliness which you bear, is it limited to your life only?
Certainly this life, arbitrarily born into this world
Has not yet been assigned with any meaning or value
The gaze of yours, where does it reach out towards?
The extremities of the clouds in the horizon? Or the vanishing stars in the universe?
Certainly this world, arbitrarily made enjoyable in every aspect
Is also one where people are free to suppress their desires and push forward
The happiness of yours, is it truly yours only?
The yearning which you hold dear, is it limited to your life only?
People like to call out on irreplaceability of life
But behind you are the young figures of your successors
The greater part of you is the product of the past
Your thoughts and feelings are all acquired via accumulation
As time passes on towards the people of the future
What words will you leave behind?
The happiness of yours, is it truly yours only?
The yearning which you hold dear, is it limited to your life only?
Everyone are their own stars respectively whether they like it or not
Can't you perceive the bridge of the universe then?
The life of yours is a speck of moment in the universe
But its brilliance reaches all the stars
This life which you live with all your might is a bridge between ages
So let us cast its brilliance beyond the colours of the rainbow
