Running away from the rain, behind;
Chasing the drops in the clouds, up high;
Refusing to look at shadows, too dark;
Being stopped by a car crash, and then sigh.
The fight has not been won.
And still the rain comes, the clouds go;
Those goals of yours, ephemeral;
You can never flee and not be found,
You can never avoid what ensures your growth.
Whatever you resist keeps following you.
(In reference to the movie 'Whiplash')
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem