I’m really not sure about some things.
How some flowers hold their beauty,
Or why the good times sprint in our lives.
I finally know what “I don’t know” means.
Some things deserve to remain a mystery.
Maybe man shouldn’t know everything,
Then there would be nothing to learn.
After all, that’s all the mind wants:
Knowledge.
But some wonders should always be wonders,
And some mysteries should be left unsolved.
Just so we can sit back and observe
The beauty and ambiguity of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem