The clock's ticking may go
But time will not remain slow
It shall run through
It will have nothing left
Even with beauty at its best
She still has much to prove
That clock's have their worth
That time's should have their word
Then it will freely move
However, the clocks will die
Just like beauty and I
With nothing the people can do
The clock's rhythmic pulse tocks
Something neither beauty nor beast can stop
It will forever remain so true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem