THAT WRETCHED THING

 

Time passes by ruthlessly,

Scratching and stealing anything.

No matter how hard you try,

And even if you choose running,

It will always be waiting around the corner, vigilantly,

Knowing you won't get far away.

Because at the end of the day,

All we can do is go on,

Let it drift us towards our Destiny,

And carry our weathered souls to its torturous den...