Mom, mom! The wind and rain in the sky are coming, birds are hiding in their nests, and the wind and rain in their hearts are coming. I am only hiding in your arms. Early in the morning, Guang Xiao broke the city and the customs came on. My heart is like a bird flying in the wind. Flying over the horizon, flying to the sea pole, the horizon, the sea pole, are full of your love, God! Your love is everywhere, your hand guides me and your right hand supports me. My heart is like a bird, lifted by the wind and inseparable from your infinite love. Amen.
In a bright paradise: flowers are blooming, birds are singing, the spring of life is gurgling, and the sun is slowly setting, reflecting the afterglow. Is it to shake hands with everything? Is it a farewell song? A slight cool breeze blew, and in the light and shadow, the creator of the universe, himself, walked slowly in the garden. Lord! Did you create them to praise you? Yes, praise him, praise him. He is in the past, present and forever. Amen.