Looking Back

When I was younger,

I took a sabbatical year,

And I traveled through the countryside.

During my journey,

At spring,

I stayed in a small town.

There, I regularly saw two butterflies,

They were playing in the meadows,

Flying upon each other.

I enjoyed such moments,

The peacefulness I felt.

Such sensation,

Went well into my bones. 

One day, 

At dusk,

I went again to the same place,

But there was no trail of them.

After searching for a while,

I sat down on a lump of sand,

Below an elm tree.

Feeling the relentless rotation of the earth underneath me,

And watching the sun disappearing throughout the horizon,

I kept wondering about them.

Suddenly,

I remembered something they once told me:

When we see the stars,

We don't really know they are still there,

They might as well have disappeared a long time ago.

Straightaway, I realized,

Despite its occasional misfortunes,

The present is all we have,

And I stood up to my feet.

We’re just a tiny ripple on an immense sea, 

What the future awaits us,

It is certainly unknown,

But while the clock is still ticking,

We might as well make a move, 

And try to enjoy the uncertain ride.