当白发的送黑发人离世

There is a time for everything,    
and a season for every activity under the heavens.


A time to be born and a time to die..

A time to mourn, 
             and there will be a time to move on and be joyful too

" Our days may come to seventy years,

                 or eighty,  if our strength endures.. "

 But when our days are numbered...

we realized
我们已把青春卖给了事业
money can't buy health
and that we had replaced life with tragedy

What does it profit a man to gain the whole world
                                
                                                      yet forfeit his own soul...