How time fly.
-Warri Stanley

Hands of time always clapping on,
Something that keep dying and coming.
The feather of time so broad,
Like the harden feather of vulture.

How time fly away baffle me.
And how it clock man a century,
Is just a simple twinkle catnap.
With time turning his life to dust.

Time and times always collude with misery.
Time cunningly steal your life away,
In the presence of no time.
Even when life close its gate

When thunders, tremors and quake is locked,
Time will still fly all of us away.