时光的沙漏里，细沙流走的是光阴。淡淡檀香里，袅袅燃尽的是光阴。
In the hourglass of time, the fine sand flows away is the time. Light Sandalwood Incense, Curl burn out is the time.
我本可以容忍黑暗，如果我不曾见过太阳。
I could have put up with the darkness if I hadn't seen the sun.
Life may be only a few pages, constantly revising and transcribing the manuscript of poetry, from the hair to white hair, some people are still in the light.
容颜会老去，四季不会停。那些散碎在笔尖的光阴，寂静欢喜。
The face will be old, the seasons will not stop. Those scattered on the tip of the pen time, quiet joy.
流光容易把人抛，红了樱桃，绿了芭蕉。
Streamer easy to throw people, Red Cherry, green plantain.
岁月悠长，山河无恙，但你我都不复当年模样。
Years go by, mountains and rivers are safe, but you and I are not what we were.
Later, the South Mountain wind blew away the valley heap, the North Sea water flooded the tombstone.
窗外日光弹指过，席间花影坐前移。
Outside the window, the sun flashed past, and the flowers and shadows moved forward.
人生天地之间，若白驹过隙，忽然而已。
Life between heaven and earth, if a fleeting moment, suddenly.
但屈指西风几时来，又不道流年暗中偷换。
But when does the West wind come.
Years can not count, the old is not as good as the first.
日月忽其不淹兮，春与秋其代序。
The Sun and the moon suddenly do not drown, Spring and autumn in their place.