Sometimes sunset has a beauty that the rising doesn't And the darkness has a beauty that light doesn't. Sometimes loneliness has a beauty that a company doesn't And silence has a beauty that music doesn't. Sometimes the dried leaf has a beauty that a flower doesn't And the old has a beauty that the fresh doesn't. Sometimes a hut has a beauty that a house doesn't And the broken has a beauty that a perfect doesn't. Sometimes walking has a beauty that reaching doesn't And loosing has a beauty that getting doesn't. Sometimes crying has a beauty that laughing doesn't And sorrow has a beauty that joy doesn't.