Can you tell me why the sun isn’t green?
Can you explain why we see the world this way?
Can you say what you feel... to me?
Can you tell me why you live?

I can’t answer why the sea is silver,
or why the world is as it is.
I can’t say what I feel... to you.
I can’t say if I truly live.

I want to see the world in my own way.
Everything is in our minds. Do you see?
Feelings? You reach for them, grasp them—yet say nothing.
We all live—whether well or badly, does it even matter?

We ask questions, we search for answers.
But does that mean life is a test?