“Time flows in the same way for all human beings; every human being flows through time in a different way.”
Yasunari Kawabata

Pont Des Amoureux (Pont Des Arts) Paris

"Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die
To cease upon the midnight with no pain, 
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad 
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain 
To thy high requiem become a sod."

"Ode to a Nightingale" [Excerpt]
John Keats