No one can stop the passing time,
nor can anyone blame the time that has passed.
Living becomes a sort of parasite of time
on which man lives in the world.
But no one knows the meaning of this;
the wind of time blow in vain.
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From "Living" written by Woo Myung.
The view from the car window is very beautiful. It 's too bad to pass too fast. Let's set up a car. No, let's just run.