天堂 Heaven

記得一個故事是這麼說的, 最殘酷的懲罰就是沒有人可以分享.
能夠與彼此相愛的人一起看電影, 散步, 甚至只是靠在一起, 都是幸福的, 而那就是天堂, 反之, 就是地獄.
有人曾如此描述地獄, 就是沒有上帝的地方; 與上帝分離.
相信了上帝, 就是開始與神建立一個關係, 一個愛的關係.
但我是否真的因與上帝在一起而感到是在天堂呢?
是否我真的因能夠與他分享歡笑的時光, 流淚的時刻, 或無言的靜默, 而感到滿足, 幸福, 感到在天堂呢?
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There is a story saying like this: the cruelest punishment is there is no one you can share with.
It's happiness and heaven when we are able to have time with the one whom we love each other : talking a walk, watching a movie, or even just leaning against each other.
Believing God is building a relationship with Him, a love relationship.
But would I really feel like in heaven while having the relationship with God?
Do I really think I am in heaven just because I can share the time of my tears, laughs or even silence with Him?
Am I really happy and satisfied with just being with Him?

明白 Understand

為什麼, 為什麼, 為什麼... 不斷的在問.
你或無言, 或給我另一個為什麼的答案. 我繼續的問...

終於, 停止了詢問, 因我無法完全了解你,
無法明白你如何創造這世界, 無法明白你為何如此愛我, 無法明白在你腦中的計畫及想法,

但我終於明白,
這些尚未得到答案的為什麼, 都不在那麼重要,
重要的是...我深深明白你愛我, 全心全意的愛我, 為著我;
而你要的, 是我能愛你, 且完全信任你, 相信你....

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Why? Why? Why...? I keep asking.
Either you are silent or give me an answer for another "why".
I continue asking...

Finally, I stop, because I would never understand you completely.
I don't understand how you created the world;
I don't understand why you love me so;
I don't understand those thoughts and plans in your mind.

But I, finally, understand that
it's not that important to find out the answer for those unanswered questions.
The most important thing is...
I truly know you love me, with your whole heart,
and you are always there for me.
What you want from me is...
I can love you, fully trust in you and believe you...

風箏 Kite

我曾是只風箏, 自在的飛行在天際中.
忘了飛了多久, 習慣了身上的破洞, 裂痕.
漸漸的, 被纏住, 墜落...
我的眼, 直直的盯著在腳下的世界.

我抬頭仰望, 看著屬我的天空,
決定挺身, 掙開繩索,
再次,
感受到風, 經歷到飛翔;
再次
回到屬我的天際...
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I was a kite flying in the sky.
I forgot how long I have been flying, used to the hole on me and cracks.
Slowly, I was stuck, falling and falling...
My eyes, staring at the world under my feet.

I lift up my head looking at the sky once that I belonged to;
Deciding to make my back straight, breaking the rope entangling me.
Again,
I feel the wind; experience the flying;
Again,
turn back to the sky where I belong to...