歲月靜靜流過，偷走了它掃過的每一寸青春。
斑駁乾裂的油漆，裂縫慢慢地擴大；
大地枯竭的河床，支離破碎地延展；
無數飛鳥的展翼，蒼茫天幕下盤旋；
老人額角的皺紋，歲月默默地刻劃。
而我，在一旁紀錄著，也被時間的刀輕輕劃過。
Time flows quietly, stealing every inch of youth it touches.
The peeling, cracked paint splinters wider with each passing day.
Like the parched riverbeds of the earth, fissures stretch in fragmented lines;
Like countless wings in flight, birds wheel beneath a pale and endless sky.
The wrinkles on the old man’s brow—each one carved in silence by time.
And I, standing beside him with camera in hand, am gently etched by that same invisible blade.