Time

Time is too much hateful to me,

because sometimes he deceives me,

as if he will await forever.

And sometimes he stands upon his dignity,

as if he himself is too much generous.

 

But now,

he rushes me

and urges me

 

"I am like the flying arrow and the running water,

so you must grind, throw out, and wash off

all things not to return and all things to be spotted"

 

Time is really hypocritical,

sometimes he appeases and soothes me,

sometimes he beats and binds me.

And,

He teases me and presses me,

as if he is indifferent to me,

as if he stays with me forever.

 

Oh, time!

From this present,

I will not enjoy you,

and will not send you,

 

I will catch you by all means.

 

 

 

 

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There is no one in this world who can take time. No one in this world can turn back time. There is no one in the world who can slow down the pace of time.

To whom is the time so abundant, To whom is so lonely, To whom it is boring, To whom it is too sad.

Time also laughs at man's elaborate plans. Time often betrays us even though humans plan time. There are many interpretations such as coincidence, inevitability, and bondage, but humans are often helpless in time.

How should we spend such a time? No, how do I get it? Is it the answer that we do not know the answer? I know well that the answers of many wise men are of no use to me. So There is only little bit relief by asking if there was no answer.