What if the sun does not shine in my story?  
This thought weighs heavily on me.  
The time when I doubted myself,  
the time when I took everything for granted.  
Heavy clouds shroud my day. Maybe,
I just do not know the way.  

The Creator made the sun with its orbit,  
never late to greet,  
promising morning as a sign;  
a new beginning is intertwined.  
My faith soars in line with the winds, never resting. Because, 
I believe You are listening.  

God, I will wait for the sun to rise again,
even without knowing when.