巨木七里香

Used to stride on the ridge of hills,
All I rely on is my power.
Now the hills seem so far to me, as
God deprived me of the essential ability.

Years passed, and all came too quick to me.
Indeed, I haven’t got the right understanding.

Oh yes, I remember that I crossed a gap,
Thus felt my life out of control.
Away from home and away from God,
My bones were softened, joints weakened, and spirit decayed.

Future known or unknown, is my fate still in my hand?
Past understood or not, surely, pleasure leads to some tragedy.