The Rhythm She Sat With View Translation

子どもたちに誘われて、村に並んだ太鼓の輪へと歩み寄る。 焼けた赤土の上、彼女はそっと腰をおろし、手のひらを太鼓へ添えた。 歌うことなく、ただ一緒に音を感じる── ここはセネガル。 言葉はいらなかった。音が、笑顔が、すべてをつないでいた。 Invited by the children, she stepped into the circle of drums set up in the village. On the sunbaked red earth, she gently took a seat and placed her hands on the drum. Without singing, she simply shared in the rhythm around her. This was Senegal— where no words were needed. The sound, the smiles—they connected everything.