I don't know how anyone can think a sunset is sad, unless it's because a sunset isn't a sunrise... But if it's a sunset, how could it ever be a sunrise?

Sometimes I start looking at a stone.
I don't start thinking about whether it exists.
I don't get sidetracked, calling it my destiny.
I like it for being a stone,
I like it because it feels nothing,
I like it because it's not related to me in any way.

At other times I hear the wind blow,
And I feel that it was worth being born...
Just to hear the wind blow.