The sun appears with new light, I see you walking on the green path. Thousands tread the same ground, yet why do I only feel you?
The scene shifts — the old sun sinks, leaning on its golden stick. You turn homeward, while a few clouds gather, wrapping the fading light in quiet cloth.
Millions of stars shimmer, countless wonders call — so why have you become my entire universe?
Am I too small, or do you hold the sum of all beauty? I do not know. I only see you.
