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[00:02.820]00:00.97]Passage 10.Rush
[00:03.450]00:04.04]Swallows  may  have  gone,but  there  is  a  time  of  return;
[00:08.880]00:10.27]willow  trees  may  have  died  back,but  there  is  a  time  of  regreening;
[00:14.430]00:15.30]peach  blossoms  may  have  fallen,but  they  will  bloom  again.
[00:20.170]00:19.79]Now,you  the  wise,tell  me,why  should  our  days  leave  us,never  to  return?
[00:26.350]00:27.23]If  they  had  been  stolen  by  someone,who  could  it  be?
[00:30.780]00:31.39]Where  could  he  hide  them?
[00:32.960]00:33.46]If  they  had  made  the  escape  themselves,then  where  could  they  stay  at  the  moment?
[00:38.390]00:39.70]I  don ’t  know  how  many  days  I  have  been  given  to  spend,
[00:43.320]00:44.52]but  I  do  feel  my  hands  are  getting  empty.
[00:46.130]00:47.91]Taking  stock  silently,I  find  that  more  than  eight  thousand  days  have  already  slid  away  from  me.
[00:55.120]00:55.67]Like  a  drop  of  water  from  the  point  of  a  needle  disappearing  into  the  ocean,
[01:00.730]01:02.02]my  days  are  dripping  into  the  stream  of  time,soundless,traceless.
[01:05.600]01:08.15]Already  sweat  is  starting  on  my  forehead,and  tears  welling  up  in  my  eyes.
[01:13.90]01:14.49]Those  that  have  gone  have  gone  for  good,those  to  come  keep  coming;
[01:19.700]01:20.73]yet  in  between,how  fast  is  the  shift,in  such  a  rush?
[01:25.440]01:26.42]When  I  get  up  in  the  morning,
[01:29.250]01:28.83]the  slanting  sun  marks  its  presence  in  my  small  room  in  two  or  three  oblongs.
[01:36.560]01:35.72]The  sun  has  feet,look,he  is  treading  on,lightly  and  furtively;
[01:42.730]01:42.07]and  I  am  caught,blankly,in  his  revolution.
[01:46.290]01:45.67]Thus —the  day  flows  away  through  the  sink  when  I  wash  my  hands,
[01:51.530]01:51.59]wears  off  in  the  bowl  when  I  eat  my  meal,
[01:55.400]01:54.87]and  passes  away  before  my  day-dreaming  gaze  as  reflect  in  silence.
[01:58.510]02:01.21]I  can  feel  his  haste  now,so  I  reach  out  my  hands  to  hold  him  back,
[02:03.820]02:07.34]but  he  keeps  flowing  past  my  withholding  hands.
[02:09.120]02:11.17]In  the  evening,as  I  lie  in  bed,he  strides  over  my  body,glides  past  my  feet,in  his  agile  way.
[02:16.920]02:20.03]The  moment  I  open  my  eyes  and  meet  the  sun  again,one  whole  day  has  gone.
[02:26.840]02:27.58]I  bury  my  face  in  my  hands  and  heave  a  sigh.
[02:31.590]02:32.17]But  the  new  day  begins  to  flash  past  in  the  sigh.
[02:36.460]02:37.21]What  can  I  do,in  this  bustling  world,with  my  days  flying  in  their  escape?
[02:42.320]02:43.77]Nothing  but  to  hesitate,to  rush.
[02:47.690]02:47.49]What  have  I  been  doing  in  that  eight-thousand-day  rush,apart  from  hesitating?
[02:51.990]02:53.73]Those  bygone  days  have  been  dispersed  as  smoke  by  a  light  wind,
[02:57.980]02:59.09]or  evaporated  as  mist  by  the  morning  sun.
[03:01.230]03:02.60]What  traces  have  I  left  behind  me?
[03:04.790]03:06.10]Have  I  ever  left  behind  any  gossamer  traces  at  all?
[03:09.400]03:10.25]I  have  come  to  the  world,stark  naked;
[03:12.960]03:13.97]am  I  to  go  back,in  a  blink,in  the  same  stark  nakedness?
[03:17.700]03:19.11]It  is  not  fair  though:
[03:20.760]03:21.20]why  should  I  have  made  such  a  trip  for  nothing!
[03:23.880]03:24.80]You  the  wise,tell  me,
[03:26.250]03:26.77]why  should  our  days  leave  us,never  to  return?