At that time

There was just a moon

Butterflies and dragonflies in amber

were flying with wings

running The cow

It will take a long time

to be painted on the wall

All the stones

have not yet turned into heroic statues< /p>

On the light blue planet

Wandering around on land and ocean

In a flash, the sky changed from a child to God

God knows first Grains of rice

On which autumn night do they mature?

God knows how much color you need to put on your face to pray for rain

God knows There is a world of mortals

A few feet of curtains and mountains and rivers will be left

God knows that time flies like an arrow

Whose chest and dream will it hit

Whose hands are playing with the vicissitudes of the sea?

Who is hanging the clothes by the civilized riverside?

All the stories are sung softly in the rain and snow.

WARM AND COLD WE SHARE TOGETHER

We are all born children and we are very similar to the sky

When we chatted about the sky, the sky looked at us with a smile.

My God is your God