燕子去了,有再来的时候;杨柳枯了,有再青的时候;桃花谢了,有再开的时候。可是,朝晖与日暮,事始与事终,时间那匆匆的脚步,你能停一下,等等我们正在赶路的人吗?墙上的时钟,你盯着它,指针就那么悄悄地挪动。当你停笔思索时,当你打个盹时,当你悠闲地哼支小曲时,看着那有点沉重的数字,感觉它就像无形的粗绳,紧紧勒住你,让你害怕与恐惧得不能呼吸。 When the swallows are gone, there are time to come; when the willow is dead, when it is green again; However, Zhaohui and sunset, the beginning and end of the matter, the hurried footsteps of time, you can stop, wait for us hurrying people? The wall clock, you stare at it, the pointer is so quietly moving. When you pause for thought, when you take a nap, when you snore leisurely songs, look at the heavy numbers and feel like an invisible rope that holds you tight and scares you Fear can not breathe.