Time has no shore

Time is too hasty, the forest flowers have withered the spring, too hasty, unable to resist the cold rain in the morning and the wind in the evening. In fact, time is more like an incense, the faint blue smoke drifting with the wind, is the gradually distant years of life. I mourn the brevity of my life, envy the boundlessness of time. Time has no shore, the passing years are like water, time and the passing years are actually the same concept, one passing outside the body, the other aging inside the body. Time has aged, if the lost loved ones meet again, don't talk about the changes, don't talk about the white hair on the shoulders, just say that time is ruthless, you and I are well. In the passing time and years, it's good to have a clear conscience about people and things, what's gone is just the scenery, what's left is life.