The world will never stop revolving.
What stops is the sound of the heart.
But does the heart has a sound?
Lub-dub, lub-dub!
But are they the real sound of the heart?
Lub-dub, lub-dub!
I don't have a clue.
So I turn to ask the stars
With a humble heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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