How many changes in life
It's a pity there are no stops
Moments have no barriers or walls
Our spirit in flight rests
We just think we're asleep
Or are we idle
We're all one thing going forward
Although we don't notice it
And the silent clock ticks softly
And the blood flows through our veins
All in shifts of a white, black strip
Somewhere in the distance in a circle rushes
How many changes in life
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