时间如白驹过隙般流逝。

原文英文

In the face of nature and history, humans are infinitely small.

In small-scale cooperation, we should set aside our attitudes and respect one another; in large-scale cooperation, we should set aside interests and seek balance; and in lifelong cooperation, we should set aside our personalities and achieve success together. Growing together is the true essence of survival. This holds true for work, love, marriage, friendship, and career alike.

Many times, one must admit that Time passes like a white horse through a crevice, fleeting in an instant. Unnoticed, time flows through our fingers like sand. Before we know it, as we walk along the beach of life, time has already left deep and shallow footprints behind us.

Wind blows through the building, swaying the soul, wondering if the flowers weep in the clear sky. A frown turns to a tearful smile, lost in a landscape of melancholy, mile after mile. A journey may end, but the depths of sorrow are hard to traverse. Dreams are easily broken, and sorrowful wine is easily intoxicating; stumbling steps and lingering cries are hard to disperse. The heart is knotted with grief, causing oneself pain, unrelated to the moon or the rain, just self-inflicted sorrow. I once thought such deep emotion was a lack of divine mercy, only to realize today that one becomes drunk on one's own melancholy, not the wine. In the deep of night, waking from a fitful sleep, staring at the vast dark sky, a sense of confusion fills the heart. When passion settles, the moonlight is weak, bringing a sense of weary melancholy. Amidst troubles, human feelings turn cold; through wind and rain, the heart finds warmth. It is hard to understand how this life remains entangled with sorrow. Why must this life be so restless due to a past life? Looking up at the sky, I ask: when shall we meet again under the flowers and the moon?