You and I are always chasing and running through the years,
Hurry and lonely!
Stopping inadvertently,
Looking back,
There are always many to be found,
Abandoned by us in the dust,
Friendship, family, love...
Maybe, those are what you and I want?
This is a fairy tale written for adults,
"Time is like flying knives, and the knives make people grow old."
I just want to grow old quietly here!
