[00:00.69]Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return;
[00:03.71]willow trees may have died back,
[00:06.17]but there is a time of regreening;
[00:08.09]peach blossoms may have fallen,
[00:09.82]but they will bloom again.
[00:11.47]Now, you the wise, tell me,
[00:14.75]why should our days leave us, never to return?
[00:17.65]If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be?
[00:20.75]Where could he hide them?
[00:22.71]If they had made the escape themselves,
[00:24.56]then where could they stay at this moment?
[00:27.06]I don't know how many days I have been given to spend,
[00:29.79]but I do feel my hands are getting empty.
[00:32.87]Taking stock silently,
[00:34.36]I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me.
[00:38.81]Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean,
[00:42.54]my days are dripping into the stream of time,
[00:45.12]soundless, traceless.
[00:46.58]Already sweat is starting on my forehead,
[00:49.27]and tears welling up in my eyes.