I don't know whether Time is my friend or enemy. Whether it will keep silent or do its job -- revealing everything. It never told me. And I really can't read a thing named Time.
Oh Time, I know you're busy. That's why you walk so fast, right? But, Time... Can we talk a bit?
If cooking you delicious foods will make us sit together and be friends, I'll learn cooking. If we can't even have a chit-chat about your favorite things, could you please write on a piece of paper then throw it to me while you're walking and passing me by?
I'd love to know you, Time.