Time, fine sand

Clasping sand in hand,

Gently flowing away, away,

Like playing a guitar,

Plucking those strings gently,

Time slowly slipping by, slipping by,

This is the fleeting youth,

This is the beauty that cannot be held.

Oh, beloved ones,

Do not lament, do not grieve,

Let your beauty

Like fine sand gently heal the sour depths of the heart,

Like time slowly fade the wounded soul.

Blossom in youth,

Radiate the vigor of your life,

Dance with your youthful tresses,

In the end, the garden brims with fragrance.