The Private Thoughts of Time

From a blog in Chinese I’m a subscriber to, translated, by me…written by a student of an essay course…

I’d seen, many people, weathered through, a lot of things, everything that appeared, and disappeared, I’d, known about.  There’s, nothing I can do, to prevent any of it, there’s, nothing I can change either, but, I’m an, important key character, in how the world keeps on, turning, I am———TIME.

this is, fahter time…drawing from online…

As a hundred years had come, and gone, all I can do, is to see, the world, keep on, falling to debauchery, but today, I saw, a ray, of light.

Someone, he had, helped, everything he could possibly help out, living AND non, he’d done, all he possibly could, for each and every one.  I hoped, that what he was doing, can be extended, to everybody else, hoped that I can, finally, stop running, so he can, keep doing what he was doing, turning this world from darkness, to light, but I know, this, is an, impossibility.

It was raining on the day, the sky was wearing, that light scarf over its face, he was crossing the road, then, a car sped by, he didn’t see it, oh, how I’d, wanted to, just, stop time, anyone but him, so his life, can be spared, but, I can’t.

He’d still, died at the end.

I’d come, to the understanding of how useless I truly am, how I can only, keep on, going forth, with no end.  And, just like that, there’s, this hole I can’t, patch up inside of me now.  And, this hole had, caused a lot of people to, mismatch the time, making their lives harder by the day.

not my photograph…

Then, one day, I’d met a young girl, who was, a lot like that boy I used to know.  I saw, in that young girl’s eyes, that boy, suddenly, I’d felt, a surge, a surge of warmth passing through me, that warmth had, entered into that void left behind by the death of that young man, at that very moment, the void inside of me, got, filled back up, and I’d, wanted to, keep that surge of warmth that, flowed through me then.

This, would be on the loss, of someone who’d made a different in the lives of others, and, the main character, time, felt the despairs of the loss of the guy who’d brought a ton of hope to the world, and yet, it couldn’t, turn itself back, to save the man’s life, it can only, march on, like time does, then, he’d met, a young girl, that reminded it of the man who’d died, who’d brought hope to this world, and it’d taught the lesson of how although time won’t stop, we can all, start doing something that makes a difference in someone else’s life.