IN A HURRY

When the swallows go, there will be times when they will come again; when the willows are withered, there will be times when they will be green again; when the peach blossoms have withered, there will be times when they will bloom again. But, wise, you tell me, why are our days gone forever? —Someone stole them: who was that? Where is it hidden? It was they who fled: where are they now?

I don't know how many days they have given me; but my hands do seem to be growing empty. Counting silently in my heart, more than 8,000 days have slipped away from my hands; like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the ocean, my days are dripping in the flow of time, without sound or shadow. I couldn't help but tear up and burst into tears.

Those who go, go, and those who come, come; and in the middle of coming and going, how is it in a hurry? When I got up in the morning, the sun was slanting in two or three directions into the hut. The sun, he has feet, moved gently and quietly; I also followed in a daze. So - when you wash your hands, the days pass from the sink; when you eat, the days pass from the rice bowl; when you are silent, you pass from the staring eyes. I noticed that he was in a hurry. When I stretched out my hand to cover it, he passed by the covering hand again. When it was dark, when I was lying on the bed, he nimbly stepped over me and flew from my feet. went. When I open my eyes and say goodbye to the sun, this is another day gone. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadows of the new days began to flicker in the sigh again.

What can I do in a world with thousands of households in the days of flying away? There is only wandering, there is only haste; in the more than 8,000 days of haste, what is left but wandering? The past days are like smoke, blown away by the breeze, like mist, melted by the early sun; what traces do I leave behind? Why have I left traces like a hairspring? I came to this world naked, and I will go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat, why do you have to go through this for nothing?

You wise, tell me, why are our days gone forever?