燕子去了，有再来的时候；杨柳枯了，有再青的时候；桃花谢了，有再开的时候。但是，聪明的泥，告诉你，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？是有人偷了他们罢：那是谁？又藏在何处呢？是他们自己逃走了罢？现在又到了哪里呢？
我不知道他们给了我多少日子；但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。在默默里算着，八千多日子已经从我手中溜去；像针尖上一滴水滴在大海里，我的日子滴在时间的流里，没有声音，也没有影子。我不禁头涔涔泪潸潸了。
去的尽管去了，来的尽管来了；去来的中间，又怎样的匆匆呢？

The barn swallow went to, having to come again of time;The willow is withered, have again green time;The peach blossom thanked, having to open again of time.But, the mire of the cleverness, tell you, our day why a not reply to return?Was someone to steal them:Who is that?Hide again where?Is they escape by themselves?Where did now arrive again?
I do not know that they gave I how much day;But my hand indeed is gradual empty.Calculate in silently, more than 8,000 days have already slipped away from the my hand;Be like previous drop of water of point of a needle in the ocean, my day drop is in flow of time, have no voice, also having no shadow.I can not help a headache and tears full of my face.
Go to of though go to, come of though come;Middle of go to, again how of in a hurry?