Noose around the neck of time
Eternity torn apart
And in the distance
Its funeral bells toll
And while some mourn
Many rejoice
For never again
Shall there be change
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I would like to translate this poem
Ah, you speak of the ignorance of fools. This is what I suspect, at least, forgive me if I am wrong, though my interpretation is my own, no? Change will always come, whether or not those who fight for it fall. Just keep on fighting, don't give up.