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

The swallows have gone, sometimes when they come again; the willows are dead, when they are green again; the peach blossoms are gone, and sometimes they are opened again. But, smart, you tell me, why are our days gone forever? ——Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They fled by themselves-where are they now? <br><br>I don't know how many days they gave me, but my hands are really empty. Calculating in silence, more than eight thousand days have slipped away from me, like a drop of water on the tip of the needle in the sea, my day is in the flow of time, there is no sound, no shadow. I can't help but shed my head and tears. <br><br>Even though it is gone, what is coming is coming; how in the middle of it? When I got up in the morning, two or three diagonal suns shot into the hut. Sun has feet, he moved gently and quietly; I also followed blankly. So-when you wash your hands, the days pass by the basin; when you eat, the days pass by the rice bowl; when you are silent, you pass by Ning Ran's eyes. <br><br>I noticed that he was in a hurry, and when he reached out to cover his arms, he passed over the covered hands again. When it was dark, when I was lying on the bed, he walked across me cleverly and flew from my feet went. When I opened my eyes and saw the sun, it slipped away for another day. I cover my face and sigh. But Ying'er in the new days began to flash in his sigh.

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？是他们自己逃走了罢——如今又到了哪里呢？<br><br>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。我不禁头涔涔而泪潸潸了。<br><br>去的尽管去了，来的尽管来着；去来的中间，又怎样地匆匆呢？早上我起来的时候，小屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳。太阳他有脚啊，轻轻悄悄地挪移了；我也茫茫然跟着旋转。于是——洗手的时候，日子从水盆里过去；吃饭的时候，日子从饭碗里过去；默默时，便从凝然的双眼前过去。<br><br>我觉察他去的匆匆了，伸出手遮挽时，他又从遮挽着的手边过去，天黑时，我躺在床上，他便伶伶俐俐地从我身上跨过，从我脚边飞去了。等我睁开眼和太阳再见，这算又溜走了一日。我掩着面叹息。但是新来的日子的影儿又开始在叹息里闪过了。

When swallows go, they will come again; when willows are withered, they will be green again; when peach blossoms are withered, they will open again. But, wise, tell me, why are our days gone forever? ——Someone stole them: who is that? Where to hide? Let them escape by themselves - where are they now?<br>I don't know how many days they've given me, but my hands are really getting empty. In silence, more than 8000 days have slipped away from my hands, like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days drop in the flow of time, no sound, no shadow. I couldn't help but cry.<br>Go as you go, and come as you come; and how quickly do you rush in the middle? When I got up in the morning, there were two or three slanting suns in the hut. He has feet in the sun. He moves gently and quietly. I am confused and follow the rotation. So - when washing hands, the days pass in the basin; when eating, the days pass in the bowl; when in silence, they pass in front of the eyes.<br>I noticed that he was in a hurry. When I stretched out my hand, he passed by again. When it was dark, I was lying on the bed, and he would step over me smartly and fly away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it's another day. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash in sighs.