Battle of time


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.


  • Author: Cesuke (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 30th, 2022 02:42
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 8


  • Paul Bell

    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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