子在川上曰。逝者如斯乎。不舍晝夜。

One needs not be like Confucius to fathom the quintessence of his words, needs not be like poet Li Bai to discern the affective facade of all humane parts of life. I myself, likewise, do see the rushing pace of each second but vainly keeping up with it at my full strain; at times, even toppled down and trampled over by its relentless steps.

Can we take a brief rest and a deep breath for some while, Time?