The sound of violin still sounds serene
Not deep spinning the memories
Not successful leveraging the lonely heart
But gives the beauty of the feeling

Here, I feel comfy
Weaving the recent story waiting for the future

Forgive me who love God dearly
So much that I forget the time
And I am getting older
Waiting for God to take me to Him

O, there is no break in writing His Words
Not even a vacant day
Makes me don’t want to die
Not before my hand finish writing His Revelation
Forgive me who cannot totally subjugate
in my old age
For my writing has not yet reached the end of the world