枯木逢春犹再发
人无两度再少年.
少年轻岁月,
迟暮惜光阴。
Drywoodsmayspoutagainwhenspringcomes,
butmencan'tpossessyouthforthesecondtime.
Wedonotcherishyearswhenweareyoung,
butvalueminuteswhenweturnold.
枯木逢春犹再发
人无两度再少年.
少年轻岁月,
迟暮惜光阴。
Drywoodsmayspoutagainwhenspringcomes,
butmencan'tpossessyouthforthesecondtime.
Wedonotcherishyearswhenweareyoung,
butvalueminuteswhenweturnold.