作者：陳品瑜 【The Time 】 Time of the clock tick tock quick Wondering how fast it can be Though time is a busy Mr. Swift, with the best of his speed Thy, years and years go by, and I The old name in our face and smile I have not seen thy rest a bit Nor heard thy complain a thing The wrinkle upon my face Shining, like a silver line Mr. I wish you could stop a while To see the traces that you left on me The traces began the day I was born With the loudest scream, I shout Thy, smile at me with a paint brush Sign, on my little forehead The note is not over yet, for You said: that is only the beginning Come; hear the voice of my heart Youth is away from me They shall not be coming back, again Beauty fades away, left only Memory and gray, which I march you Give back the time that I lose, I shall be pretty again Whisper with tender voice, thy Touch to my aged face, and say Thou, shall be beautiful as ever The time marked you as wise The path of life that you have been through Sweet heart, is about time to go The black veil covers with shadow Sobering, all surround me Hold my hand with sunny smile I go along with you, Mr. Promise, remains of my beauty Time ends, yet you say to me It will start over again For death is another beginning