If you are good, they say you are weak.

Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.

There are many secrets; don’t try to resolve them all.

Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.

God is busy and has no time for you.

Deliver thunder, God If you choose not to talk.

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.