好多人都已 . . .

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!