Either you see the pointer or you hear the bell on the hour.
People who take over the world collect ancient tools.
The sundial, the sand clock and the leaky pot are pushed to the storyteller and the director.
Ask them to tell us the rhythm of history from time to time.
Everyone who comes out of the palace is carrying a birdcage.
Those talking birds have been ringing their bells all spring.
Remind me more accurately that some leaves are going to stick out their tongues.
Rain moistens and spreads enchanting long toes.
Used to explain: time is constantly extending
The bug tied to the tail of time shook to the ground.
They must enter the soil and be reborn as cicadas next year.
Live on an ancient tree in front of the temple and stir up fragrant folk songs.
The World Music Festival opens every day.
Mixed with every breath, every step, every cry.
Every kind of bone, the sound of knocking on the earth and the sky
As musical instruments, we are inevitably listened to by the world.
Lay Dali's curved clock on the wall.
The second hand on the dial turns clockwise at a constant speed.
Sitting in my room at night, I heard the sound of time.
That's not the footsteps of the pointer, but my past heartbeat.
It comes from a narrow box, an engine as small as a fist.
Every part that works on the living is recorded.
Audible youth and inaudible future are insignificant.
I believe that time is passing on to our voice bit by bit.