Speed } { Heart
catch me if you can
The hundred rivers flow east every day, The traveller keeps on moving, without rest. My life is one of bitterness and drift, What time will they finally reach their end?
Returning birds have all now folded their wings. The places where we used to meet and part, Thorns and brambles have quickly covered over. We look at each other, both in years of decline; Leaving or staying, we each must do our best.
Returning birds have all now folded their wings. The places where we used to meet and part, Thorns and brambles have quickly covered over. We look at each other, both in years of decline; Leaving or staying, we each must do our best.