When the time flows quick, it can't stop.
Catch your feelings and dignify the current moment.
Sometimes you miss it in a mess of haste.
Is there room to waste a rest?
Stop canceling the importance.
For a while you stop and realize that you broke it down.
Grandeur hides behind it, hold your head up and focus the significance.
Growing every minute because of good relations like the water fills the glass.
Our pilgrimage is based on recognition.
Hounding the irrelevant things only wasting time, entangling the free roots.
That effort melts frozen, and days are counting.
There are separate ways of dealing with this rebus, it requires little of comprehension.
I see the lights, but the lights can't see my face. They are already done and I'm only going.
I see the lights, but the lights can't see my face. There's a man who brought the rain here
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