好多人都已生過死過,
當這世界還沒有我.
那時也有藍天白雲
和風與流水的低吟 This is the part of a poem I have read and remembered from long time ago. I am only certain about the first two lines. I have tried but could not find it on the Internet or anywhere else. I like what it sounds, it basically tells me there's nothing significant about me, 我. The world existed for millions of years without me. The world will certainly continue on when I am gone. For the times I am here, I live on God's mercy and grace, I just have to do the best of it for God. Deo gratias!
