It is not my hobby to write,
However, once I pick up a pen
I am grateful to you, My Lord
I wrote (a) few poems by your grace
Oh Lord, What a magical miracle,
Each written line is a gift from you
It’s colored by your loving memories,
However, it’s created a beautiful dream
Is (it) not all the effect of your blessing?
Or happy tears of your image imprinted
It’s proof of your strong encouragement
My sweet words speak for themselves
so it's painting a beautiful picture
and gives a strong signal for growth
The written sad words are not helplessness.
It is not my intention to succumb to weakness
However, it saw the human quality
I'm going to give my pen and paper
to (the) coming off an active intellectual generation
to print glorious picture with their own words
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