In the night,
Cyclists swiftly passing in the distance,
Bright
Elegant
Where do they come from
Where are they going
Like the flow of time
I am also like a small pebble in the river
Swiftly
Slowly
Staying and leaving
Rolling and sliding
And ultimately disappearing
I don't worry if I'm remembered
Because I remember
This painful rolling
And the joyous swimming
A U D I O S A M P L E S