A poem praising the clock

Life is like the sea, in which I swim,

Looking for my just visiting. ...

When everything is wandering, it is out of date.

time flies

We passed by, hoping not to leave too many regrets.

But all good things have to end,

Temptation has always been a game, why should it be avoided?

We are like lonely boats drifting on the sea,

Lonely boats that can drift will always meet in the port;

The world is big, but small.

As long as we're together,

People who are destined can finally walk together.

Because-

Friendship will not freeze in this winter!

This is our eternal oath.

Wait with your heart ...

An ancient clock

Was placed in a corner of the city wall

Rough rust covers.

Its face

Countless footsteps come and go.

Drift away

Nobody noticed.

until one day

It was taken into the museum.

Even the owner who abandoned it began to praise it.

Those admiring eyes are dazzling in the eyes of the old clock.

The old clock is at a loss.