Mysteries.

Mysteries.

Sky is mysterious
when it hides its face.
Water is mysterious
when gloomy sky reflects on it.
Air is mysterious
when it sighs.

Forest is mysterious
when at night fireflies blink.
The old house is mysterious
when walls are covered with crumbling bricks.
The lane is mysterious
when we can hear solitary footsteps at every nights.

This world is full of mysteries.
Even my love looks mysterious
when you are far away from me,
not within my arms.