Time gone
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Swallows may have gone , come back again ; willow trees , there are green again ; peach blossoms , and there they will bloom again . However , the wise , tell me, why should our days never to return? - Someone they had been stolen : Who is that? Where could he hide it? They themselves fled strike : now to where?
I do not know how many days they gave me ; but my hands are getting empty. In Taking stock silently counted out , more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me ; like a drop of water droplets on a tip in the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time , no sound , no shadow. My forehead, and tears Shanshan it.
Despite going to go to the coming; go to the middle , but also how to rush it? When I get up in the morning , fired into a small room in two or three slanting sun. The sun has feet ah , gently furtively ; I have confused his revolution. So - wash your hands when the last day from the basin ; dinner, the day from their jobs in the past ; while silently , then pour begins before the eyes of the past . I perceived his haste , and stretched out my hands to hold when holding the hand of his past and from the cover when it gets dark , I lay in bed , he Ling Ling- li across from me , from my feet to fly went. I open my eyes and the sun again, one day has gone . I sigh over her face . But the new day began in the shadow children flashed a sigh .
Days flying in their escape , in this bustling world , what can I do about it ? Only wandering fills only rush Bale ; in a hurry in the 8,000 , in addition to wandering outside , and what left of it ? Over the past days , such as smoke , blown by the breeze , and as mist by the morning sun or evaporated ; What traces have I left it ? Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? I came to this world naked , stark naked back will strike ? But not flat, why the trip for nothing that was ah ?
You the wise, tell me , why should our days never to return?
