I cry every time I encounter something so beautiful
I too don\'t know why
It could be that I\'m used to \"ugliness\"
That beauty overwhelms my heart
I watched the sun setting down
near a river in Mongolia
and my eyes water
watching its shine gradually wiped out by lullabies sung by the stars
I listened to an old willow tree, tell its story
at a lonely grass field in Lebanon
of everything it has witnessed
And my heart broke
just like every soul that bids farewell
under the willow\'s arms