When I walk around the sea-shore.
Look up in the sky.
I seem so small before the universe,
beneath which I lie.
Look up there in the west,
the color of setting sun.
I wonder how He paints so well,
and make all people stunned.
Indeed the colors are lovely.
Lovely is the atmosphere.
But everybody is not happy here,
some are shedding tears.
Far away from the shore,
straight to the horizons I glare.
but if you observe carefully,
they are never there.
Very unknown and strange,
are God's law and rules.
Children run to their homes,
but they walk to their schools.
Written in 1996
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