Little

Little we know, Little we grow 

Little we love, a lot we show

Wind of time blows

By the hands of little lies, a little heart dies.

Little we see, Little we listen

Little we understand, a lot we seek

Winds of time blow 

By the hands of our little perception, a very little mistake we repeat

Little we learn, very little we earn 

Little we work, a lot we hope 

Winds of time blow 

By the hands of little haste, we give up on our big ambitions.

The matter of Every little thing in the long run 

Every little victory contributes to a war won 

Every little knowledge piles up to be aeonian