Tempos being sounded out, shining in the darkness, insisting
on being heard by everyone, telling stories through mysterious
lyrics.
Traveling along lines of measures, bringing about the chords of
our lives, mentioning mere opportunities, meeting goals and
stepping always into another destiny awaiting us silently.
Never really thinking about any of these things, yet they
continue to happen anyway right before our eyes, never moving
backwards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem