From the air I see small mountains, then I see my weakness. From the ocean I see an endless beach, then I see my weakness. From the land I see the sky away, then I see my weakness.
Indeed, I am human among all god's creation which has no power.
Countless gift comes never stop. As if coming from nowhere, that actually coming from god.
Then make us forget from where the air we breath relievedly
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