Today...
The gloriously bright sun rises high and continues to emit light,
The bird's sweet songs and tiny murmurs of cicadas give us delight
Music is still appreciated and books are loved
You do love me from the bottom of your heart.
Everything is still the same.
But in God's time...
The radiantly lambent sun soon loses its refulgence, giving way to the eternal sway of obscurity.
The old songs of sweet birds and the murmurs of tiny cicadas will be a little bit lonely
Music will be forgotten, books will be torn apart.
You will get tired of loving me, and so you depart.
And changes will be welcomed.
Yes. I know. In God's time.
