CROW

As a crow, I have too little to say.

Though I also love shiny things, I'm not noisy at all.

After people die,

I guide them to what they call "heaven."

No matter how many good or bad things you've done,

There's only one place everyone can go.

There's a boundless white sea and endless overpasses,

Where it's always snowing in the sky.

As a guide, I prefer not to talk too much,

Especially when their emotions are not very calm just after death.

I enjoy this silence,

For in silence, infinity unfolds.