The unknown of things     

A seed is wakening from sleep under the earth

When will the flames of war flare up again

As juveniles, we feel all of this

My mother once said to me, you shouldn’t worry about this at your age

The melancholy didn’t suit for juvenile

Youngblood should be full of vigor, to the unknown of things

Have you felt the earthquake, the ground start shaking

You won’t stand still

The force of nature

Why you dead in the late winter, while the flower will bloom soon

Everything lost in oblivion 

Once I left faith to pursuing science

Learning that science and religion are two good friends

They are all searching for the unknown of things.