The Sun of My Life

fantasize about clouds, then get a message 
that I won the lottery, 
then I became a millionaire
 
same, you who suddenly come,
then realize that,
I am the laity is still loved by God

thinking that pleasure is only about matter
in the world, then you go again that suddenly comes
awake, I'm gawking, so beautiful
creation of god, until I forget, who am I

think that loss is the beginning of
emptiness, then you come again, this time
realize that, grace does not talk about matter

apart from "prison", now I am grateful

then I realized
like dark followed by light

with you, I feel perfect