Life runs past us like a river crosses the rocks it runs over.
Time tumbles in fleeting, yet sturdy, gulps of water；
rolling and turning despite the changing weather.
Take care of time, therefore, because it won't let you off its hook. Not ever.
Every day is another flow of chance,
and you either use it, or you don't.
Yet it sallies forth and you'd be wise to indulge it as it passes by. Ao so！