No one can calculate your time.
Days and nights pass, and the years bloom and fade like flowers.
You know how to wait.
One century after another, you have perfected a small wild flower.
We have no time to waste,
There is no time, we must seize the opportunity.
We are too poor to be late.
In this way, time passed.
When I give it to everyone who complains,
There is no sacrifice at your altar until the end.
At the end of the day, I hurried in fear lest your door be closed;
But I found there was still time. Time in your hand is infinite, my Lord. Your time is incalculable.
The night has come and gone, and the times are like flowers blooming and falling. You know how to wait.
Your century, one after another, will complete a small wild flower.
We can't waste time, because there is no time, we must strive for opportunities. We are too poor to be late.
So, when I gave my time to everyone who was impatient and asked for my time, our time was wasted, and finally there was no sacrifice on your altar.
One day passed, and I came in a hurry, fearing that your door had been closed, only to find that there was still plenty of time.