燕子去了，有再來的時候；楊柳枯了，有再青的時候；桃花謝了，有再開的時候。但是，聰明的，你告訴我，我們的.日子為什麼一去不復返呢？--是有人偷了他們罷：那是誰？又藏在何處呢？是他們自己逃走了：現在又到了哪裡呢？
我不知道他們給了我多少日子；但我的手確乎是漸漸空虛了。在默默裡算著，八千多日子已經從我手中溜去；象針尖上一滴水滴在大海里，我的日子滴在時間的流裡，沒有聲音也沒有影子。我不禁頭涔涔而淚潸潸了。
翻譯：
Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? - If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? Where could he hide them? If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?
I don’t know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.
