Your sky is so vastness, my dear,
How can I fly there with my tiny wings!
How can I utter the truth with my earthly lips!
How can I pray you dear with my unintellectual words!
I know I can't see anything without your mercy-light,
I can't give anything to anyone with my unholy hands,
I can't love anyone here in this worldly interest-vested life,
I am unable to smile, my dear with so much pain of living,
I am also not so big to excuse or pardon anyone harming me.
Pardon me, my dear, I am here with my words not so sweet,
My patience, at time, falling down and making me unqualified,
Hold my hands, though, not with love, and permit me to
Keep your company, difficult though, I know,
But I have faith and I trust you for your round eyes.
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