Smokescreen-Flying Blind

[00:02.820]00:00.97]Passage 10.Rush [00:03.450]00:04.04]Swallows may have gone,but there is a time of return; [00:08.880]00:10.27]willow trees may have died back,but there is a time of regreening; [00:14.430]00:15.30]peach blossoms may have fallen,but they will bloom again. [00:20.170]00:19.79]Now,you the wise,tell me,why should our days leave us,never to return? [00:26.350]00:27.23]If they had been stolen by someone,who could it be? [00:30.780]00:31.39]Where could he hide them? [00:32.960]00:33.46]If they had made the escape themselves,then where could they stay at the moment? [00:38.390]00:39.70]I don ’t know how many days I have been given to spend, [00:43.320]00:44.52]but I do feel my hands are getting empty. [00:46.130]00:47.91]Taking stock silently,I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. [00:55.120]00:55.67]Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, [01:00.730]01:02.02]my days are dripping into the stream of time,soundless,traceless. [01:05.600]01:08.15]Already sweat is starting on my forehead,and tears welling up in my eyes. [01:13.90]01:14.49]Those that have gone have gone for good,those to come keep coming; [01:19.700]01:20.73]yet in between,how fast is the shift,in such a rush? [01:25.440]01:26.42]When I get up in the morning, [01:29.250]01:28.83]the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. [01:36.560]01:35.72]The sun has feet,look,he is treading on,lightly and furtively; [01:42.730]01:42.07]and I am caught,blankly,in his revolution. [01:46.290]01:45.67]Thus —the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, [01:51.530]01:51.59]wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, [01:55.400]01:54.87]and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence. [01:58.510]02:01.21]I can feel his haste now,so I reach out my hands to hold him back, [02:03.820]02:07.34]but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. [02:09.120]02:11.17]In the evening,as I lie in bed,he strides over my body,glides past my feet,in his agile way. [02:16.920]02:20.03]The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again,one whole day has gone. [02:26.840]02:27.58]I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. [02:31.590]02:32.17]But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh. [02:36.460]02:37.21]What can I do,in this bustling world,with my days flying in their escape? [02:42.320]02:43.77]Nothing but to hesitate,to rush. [02:47.690]02:47.49]What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush,apart from hesitating? [02:51.990]02:53.73]Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, [02:57.980]02:59.09]or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. [03:01.230]03:02.60]What traces have I left behind me? [03:04.790]03:06.10]Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? [03:09.400]03:10.25]I have come to the world,stark naked; [03:12.960]03:13.97]am I to go back,in a blink,in the same stark nakedness? [03:17.700]03:19.11]It is not fair though: [03:20.760]03:21.20]why should I have made such a trip for nothing! [03:23.880]03:24.80]You the wise,tell me, [03:26.250]03:26.77]why should our days leave us,never to return?