Under a dreamlike spell the days pass by.
Moving forward is the law of life.
The days pass by without return,
for, this is the rule of life.

The words already spoken,
the pains already endured,
have lost themselves in limitlessness.
And thus the days pass by.

Whatever began in the distant past,
there is something more ancient still,
woven in the melodies of the strings of dream,
on the lyre of the inner heart.

Those who are lost from us
are merged in Your endless vibration.
And thus the days pass by.