The time draws near the birth of Christ:The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to hillAnswer each other in the mist. Four voices of four hamlets round, From far and near, on mead and moor,Swell out and fail, as if a door Were shut between me and the sound: Each voice four changes on the wind, That now dilate, and now decrease,Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace, Peace and goodwill, to all mankind. This year I slept and woke with pain, I almost wish’d no more to wake,And that my hold on life would break Before I heard those bells again: But they my troubled spirit rule,For they controll’d me when a boy; They bring me sorrow touch’d with joy,The merry merry bells of Yule.
The time draws near, and I still have a lot left to do. I think that I just need to go and do the things that I have to do. Of course, it will not be easy for me to do it, and I am not playing on doing it anymore than this. If I can do whatever I can with the time that I have left, then that would be a win for me. I will try my best to do it.