You taught me the courage of stars before you left.
How light carries on endlessly, even after death.
With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite.
How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.
I couldn’t help but ask，
For you to say it all again.
I tried to write it down,
But I could never find a pen.
I’d give anything to hear，
You say it one more time,
That the universe was made,
Just to be seen by my eyes.
With shortness of breath, I’ll explain the infinite，
How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist.