light gathers softly
in wide, unguarded eyes,
as if the world itself
has just been discovered.

petals drift,
voices fade,
and wonder remains,
untouched by doubt.

nothing is measured,
nothing is questioned —
the moment is enough
simply because it shines.

“眼” speaks of vision,
deeper than sight,
where curiosity
becomes belief.

watercolor holds this brightness gently,
knowing it cannot last,
yet honoring it
while it does.

perhaps the purest truth
is not what we learn later,
but what we once saw
with eyes still open wide.