Swallows may have gone， but there is a time of return； willow trees may have died back， but there is a time of regreening； peach blossoms may have fallen， but they will bloom again. Now， you the wise， tell me， why should our days leave us， never to return？ - If they had been stolen by someone， who could it be？ Where could he hide them？ If they had made the escape themselves， then where could they stay at the moment？
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，你告诉我，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：现在又到了哪里呢？
I don't know how many days I have been given to spend， but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently， I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean， my days are dripping into the stream of time， soundless， traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead， and tears welling up in my eyes.
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；象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。我不禁头涔涔而泪潸潸了。
Those that have gone have gone for good， those to come keep coming； yet in between， how swift is the shift， in such a rush？ When I get up in the morning， the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet， look， he is treading on， lightly and furtively； and I am caught， blankly， in his revolution. Thus——the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands， wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal， and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now， so I reach out my hands to hold him back， but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening， as I lie in bed， he strides over my body， glides past my feet， in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again， one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh. |
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