Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.
Days, months, years fly away, and irrecoverably sink in the abyss of time.
The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.
The hours pass and the days and the months and the years, and the past time never returns.
A man's life breath cannot come back again-- no raiders in force, no trading brings it back, once it slips through a man's clenched teeth.
Time slips through our hands like grains of sand, never to return again.
Time lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.
Time meanwhile is flying, flying beyond recall.
