Summers may have gone, but there is a time that she will come back; trees and grasses may have died back, but there is a time that he will refresh again. My friends here, tell me, when our days past away, why it will not come back again? Had someone hidden it away or the time itself escape from our hands without our reckon? I just wonder, where may he go at the moment?
I don’t know how many days that have been givento me to spend, but I do know it seems that nothing have left in my hands. I find that more than eleven thousand days have slid away, just like a vapour disappear in the sky, soundless, traceless. This really gives me a startle, I dare not knowing that I have wasted so much time!
Good things or bad things have gone already, things which will happen are to happen; But I just want to know why the shift between them is so fast? When I wake up by the birds’ singing, it means that a day has already come; when I go back home from work to have my dinner , time just run away from my table. The moment when I open my eyes and see the sun, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands with a sigh, meanwhile, the time just go away silently.
In this busy and noisy world, what can I do when the time continue cease away? Nothing but to hesitate or to fight for my life. What do I kept doing in those more than eleven thousand days, apart from hesitating, repeating, wondering? Bygones have gone , just like a sugar smelt into the water. Do I make anything , Do I leave any footprints in my past days? I have come into this world with nobody, and I will leave in a blink? In the same way I come? Why should I make such a journey for nothing, I would rather never exist in this world.
Where the time goes by, my friends, can you tell me? Why he never come back again?
