Soothing sounds of a harp, piano following steady beats through measures of music patiently and rapidly so as to keep everything copasetic.
In realms of being honest and straight forward throughout life and its individual destiny that each of us must live through on a daily basis.
No turning back because that would mean defeat, so just rushing ahead throughout any and all adversity, turmoil and sacrifice was the best solution in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem