Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.
I wish I could turn back time, but I can't. I made a stupid decision because I thought I was invincible, and I'll pay for it the rest of my life.
We changed again, and yet again, and it was now too late and too far to go back, and I went on. And the mists had all solemnly risen now, and the world lay spread before me.
We can't get our youth back.
In history as in human life, regret does not bring back a lost moment and a thousand years will not recover something lost in a single hour.
Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone.
Every once in a while, you let a word or phrase out and you want to catch it and bring it back. You can't do that. It's gone, gone forever.
It is too late; now I wish I could live.
For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.
Time lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.
For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
It took me far too long to realize that lost years and relationships cannot be recovered. That damage done to oneself and others cannot always be put right again.
