The beads are undone and strewn on the floor.
I begin to pick them up...and then, I let it lay.

Hundred dreams, Hundred wishes, A thousand complaints
One life - ours.

And in it...

I reach for the sky with my open palms,
And in the nothingness, I have everything.

The water slipping through my fingers,
And in its flow, I have eternity

The leaves rustling for my attentions ,
And in its whispers, I have companionship