Whether you like it or not,
The years will flow away from you.
Even the wind and rain failed to stop it.
The vicissitudes of life can be a heart.
Pretending to be the passing days, carving the traces of time
You see it, maybe you can't see it.
Life is a passer-by in this world.
The ancestors have passed by. What can they take?
We are still on our way, but we will sigh the fallen leaves.
Time is ruthless, it will make us disappear
Whether you accept it or you don't want to accept it.
The years will surely cut our faces.
The scars of one knife can tell the sadness of years.
And all the difficulties in the world.