One, two, three-four-five, six-seven, eight, nine-ten. A metronome that strays is one that has failed in its duty.
Tick, tick, tick—it carves time away in even intervals, without exception. Its beauty is my guide. I lend an ear to it, and thus I maintain equilibrium. And yet...
One-two-three, four, five-six-seven, eight-nine, ten. My metronome has gone askew, but I do not correct it. I place it into the box of lost memories and close the lid.
Deep emotion, the past, merriment, nostalgia, envy, tears, tenacity, again and again! They press on me from all sides! Like a miscalibrated clockwork toy, I cannot control their rhythm!
Danke! Danke! Danke!
All that remains is sheer, unbound joy. Danke! For I can find naught else to say!
Tick, tick, tick—it carves time away in even intervals, without exception. Its beauty is my guide. I lend an ear to it, and thus I maintain equilibrium. And yet...
One-two-three, four, five-six-seven, eight-nine, ten. My metronome has gone askew, but I do not correct it. I place it into the box of lost memories and close the lid.
Deep emotion, the past, merriment, nostalgia, envy, tears, tenacity, again and again! They press on me from all sides! Like a miscalibrated clockwork toy, I cannot control their rhythm!
Danke! Danke! Danke!
All that remains is sheer, unbound joy. Danke! For I can find naught else to say!