I see beauty in some sad things.

I can't quite explain it or understand it myself.

There's just something about sadness that makes me feel in touch with our world.

Like a sad song, sad art, sad poetry, sad faces, sad colors, sad weather, etc.

My little sister used to tell me the music I listened to was depressing, but I always found beauty in the words and melodies.

Maybe, it's beauty in reality.