Therefore, it's not just a matter of how great you think you are;
Nor will I be afraid of being alone in the vast sea of people.
I am not a flower or a fruit, maybe not even a leaf,
Maybe it's just a grain of sand under the roots of the ever-growing tree of earth's civilization.
Even so, I witnessed the way this grain of sand was carved by the wind,
He was reflecting the sun under the tree, shining brightly.
Intention: cannot be empty