Whenever misfortune greets,
I'd think of the deaf who cannot hear
The songs of birds that fill mornings with joyful notes
The sound of wind carrying messages from elsewhere
The murmurings of leaves that follow my every step
Then it'd hit just how lucky I still am.

Whenever misfortune greets,
I'd think of the blind who cannot see
The changes between seasons that are so brief
The colors of rainbows after every storm
The smiles of family, the tears of happiness
Then just as fast as it comes, bad luck disappears.

So whenever misfortune again pays me a visit,
I would not hate, I would not blame
Rather, I'd smile while embracing it,
For the world, distorted indeed, is still vivid
For beauty, though fleeting, is beauty all the same.