時間抓住我的手
拉著我向前衝

霧好濃
看不清呀

越來越看不清……
越來越跟不上腳步……

矇矓間，有人說：
「給他白髮！」
「給他夕陽！」
「給他冬天！」

被時間強拉得
我幾乎上氣不接下氣
「休息一下嘛！
我好累喲！」

「為什麼不把過去
意氣風發的顏色給塗上？」
時間回頭怒視我

那就要看誰能
在冰原上點燃火燄了

Declining Years　Hsu ChiCheng

Time grasps my hands
Pulling and pushing me forward.

Amongst this dense fog
Which obscures my vision.

More and more my vision is obscured……
More and more my pace is slowed……

Through the haze voices sound:
「Give him gray hairs!」
「Give him a setting sun!」
「Give him The Wintertime!」

Pulled by intense time
I lose my breath and say:
「Let me take a little rest please!
I’m so very, very tired.」

Time glares furiously at me.
「Why don’t you smear with the colour of high spirits,
Your face as vigorously as you did before？」

Then it is up to someone who can kindle a fire
Upon a frozen plain.
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