Flowers have wilted,
Leaves have fallen,
And trees have lost their colorful hue.
There will be a time when they grow once more.
However, only Time, after passing, will never turn back.
When you are reading in the kitchen,
Time lurks silently pass your chair.
When you are writing an essay,
Time slowly, yet surely, crawls around your desk.
And when you are playing games,
Time flies by your side.
Time, after passing, will never turn back.
We must understand
The importance of time.
There's a time for everything:
A time to enjoy oneself,
And a time to grasp oneself; to work, and to learn.
During one's youth,
You shadn't scandal your time.
Then you won't perish.
Nor will you regret the past.
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