Time is water that flows silently and slowly
We will eventually leave, to a place we cannot reach
Maybe it's the sea, maybe it's further away
It has nothing to do with its will
Just because leaving is destined
Some people shook their heads and said that water is ruthless
Have you asked, she also wants to stay?
Not difficult
Take a scoop and take her home
She will no longer be a passerby
You will be the one who returns