Time's Sorrow Is Not Like Flowing Water

Time says,

You're too young.

I say,

The truth is, you can't bear the deep weight of the rainy season.

If

Even the most sincere feelings

are destined to lose to time;

Even the most familiar smile

can't stop the years from crushing everything to dust.

When

All love and hate

amount to no more than a fleeting dream,

I am willing

to cross the ancient, desolate Arctic Ocean

to soothe

the clear, pale-blue sorrow between his brows...