If the beginning and the end are connected,
Is the existence of all things predetermined?
It’s a natural question.
If you don’t ask, you’ll never know.
When sighs grow and turn into emptiness,
You’ll find a reason to live,
Clinging to it, you’ll understand
The world shaped by repeated illusions.
There’s no grand reason
For the sky and the earth to exist,
In the foundation that became
The sea’s trees, there’s life.
What you’ve stumbled upon,
Hidden beneath the surface,
When hesitation makes your heart yearn,
And breath becomes strained,
You and I are connected.
There’s nothing to fear at all.
All paths have led here.
There’s no need to hesitate.
Even if the waves crash,
There’s nothing left to break.
It’s a good thing.
From here on, it’s the real beginning.
Never stop.
There’s no grand reason
For the sky and the earth to exist,
In the foundation that became
The sea’s trees, there’s life.