I am just a piece of grain
cannot be valued,
cannot be descried,
When I fell on the ground
who will catch?
I am just a strand of hair
cannot be counted,
cannot be loved
When I accidentally removed
who will know?
I am just a drop of rain
cannot be noticed,
cannot be pivotal,
When I fell
who will tell?
I am one of the tiniest flares of the light
cannot be seen
cannot be known,
When I lost my color,
who will care?
