I am anxious about the poems of the past, today and the future ~ ~ ~

Yesterday: a slip of the foot makes a lasting regret, and then look back for a hundred years.

Today: bloom is no longer, and people are no longer young. Or people who forget today will be forgotten tomorrow, or people with black hair who don't know how to learn early, and people with white hair who regret learning late.

Tomorrow: A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise. Or tomorrow is like a box of chocolates. Imagine what it tastes like (lyrics).