The afternoon is warmer in some place; The winters are harder in some place.
While we shiver under the blanket,
They smile through the fog.
The scars are more stubborn in some place;
The weeds are sturdier in some place.
While we cry over ours,
They tend theirs as flowers.
We pamper our bruises;
They are grateful to be able to breathe.
Our fights look invincible, Others’ battles, feeble.
Sometimes all we need are binoculars, and we will see how the grass is far greener on our side.