time waits for no one

Perhaps, everyone moves too fast, even the time.
Without realizing it, I was already left behind.

Is my pace too slow, or is the time too fast?
Should I speed up my pace to chase after it,
or should I keep my rhythm to continue enjoying the scenery?

Can I cry, or can’t I?
When to laugh? When not to?
While I am still making my decision,
the time slips through my hands again.