I chose foreign comfort with the strength of cardboard. I hear Heaven′s word as my native world. Shining marches′ guidance can′t give brilliant whiteness. What′s the rhyme of time? Spirit, be now prime! What′s my expectation? O participation! From above, O voice, call my vital choice! Life, from a wise distance: Be more than existence! O, my dream I save: Be true, high, and safe! If I can be active, I must be creative. This is my own face, my hope, love, and faith. |
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