The lost years

Not like lost baggage

You can find it in the lost and found office,

The lost years

I don't even know where I lost it --

Some disappear in bits and pieces,

Some lost a decade or two,

Some lost in the noisy city,

Some lost in the distant wilderness,

There are crowded stations,

Some are cold and quiet under the small oil lamp;

What is missing is not like paper. It can be picked up

Pouring is more like a bowl of water thrown to the ground

Dried up, not a shadow in sight;

Time is a flowing liquid

With a sieve, with a net, can not salvage;

Time cannot be turned into a solid,

It would be nice to fossilize,

Even tens of thousands of years ago, I can be found in the rock

Time is like a gas,

Like smoke from the head of a speeding train!

The lost years are like a friend,

Cut ties, endured some hardships,

The news came out of the blue; He said

He's long gone from this world