The Book of Us: Gravity

The Book of Us

Wind trust the wings of the birds trying to fill the void,
Even if the words written in the air scatter aways,
And we leave our busy days on the sky
And live our lives..

It might appear meaningless to put flowers in an empty bottle,
Or picking a stationary paper for a letter you might send someday,
But I know that on the day I hold your hand,
And fill them with mine,
A bird will fly towards us.

I don't yearn for a heart,
Or wander trying to find a meaning.
Meaning is rather to be made than found,
So I find hearts when I make meaning.

The wind trust the hearts of the people who are trying to fill the void.

- The Book of Us prologue film, 2019