There is a long road ahead, especially this day
The winter season is over for this year
We will miss it’s scenes of nature
It is as if we have forgotten everyone’s anniversary
Time moves fast
Only when our elders are sick and leave this mortal coil, do we then realize our time is precious
Today is mine, tomorrow is his or hers
Each city, each town, each place takes its turn
When warm hands touch cold iron, a difference is found
Life is running slow, humanity is following fast
