All things in the universe
Amid the grand progress of change,
It always exists without fail.
Time
Very slowly losing it
In the end, with a new look,
Transform them.
In any space, even the tiniest dust
Crossing the boundaries of time
How is everything
Guidance for Your Own Change
As if you can’t know even an inch ahead
No, completely unaware
I am simply following the laws of nature.
How weak they are
I truly live without knowing it.
Still, everyone says I’m so good
Shouting loudly
In the end, it’s nothing but a scream,
inevitably fading away into time
Escaping reality is impossible
So, there is always both pain and joy
Neither past nor future exists
Only the present is the ultimate ideal,
Just as I submit to being alive
Everything is at a stop
Longing for the world
I live dreaming of eternity.
All things that are called ‘hopes’
What kind of world is it for?
Its existence is truly questionable.
As expected, the certainty of my life
Far from imagining how far it is known,
I have no idea what to say.
In the end, am I just dust?