How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow?
Your life is like the morning fog--
it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.
ohh time
How crazily you fly
makes me wonder where do you go to?
Time is our enemy
as it glides past us and renders itself into regrets.
No one can buy more of it
And none of us can earn more from it
neither can we revisit it
we should know that:
The time we waste will never return
Whether rich or poor, powerful or without influence, all of us have the same amount given to us each day.
It goes like water in a river
The water touched on a river is not the same water that returns.
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Author:
Cesuke (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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The million-dollar question, what will tomorrow bring. This is how I work on the theory, if I wake up tomorrow it's a great day, if I don't, then It's somebody else's problem.
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