In a blink of an eye, the long years of the year are like the sand that is clinging to the hands,
In a blink of an eye, the long years of the year are like the sand that is clinging to the hands, and are silently lost. However, if the sand is lost, you can grab another hand; the flowers wither and you can wait for the next spring to bloom again; when your childhood passes, you can never turn your head again. #Time
