我不知道他们给了我多少日子，但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。在默默里算着，八千多日子已经从我手中溜去，像针尖上一滴水滴在大海里，我的日子滴在时间的流里，没有声音，也没有影子。我不禁汗涔涔而泪潸潸了。
wǒ bù zhīdào tāmen gěi le wǒ duōshao rìzi ，dàn wǒ de shǒu quèhū shì jiànjiàn kōngxū le 。zài mòmò lǐ suàn zhe ，bā qiān duō rìzi yǐjīng cóng wǒ shǒuzhōng liū qù ，xiàng zhēnjiān shàng yī dī shuǐ dī zài Dàhǎi lǐ ，wǒ de rìzi dī zài shíjiān de liú lǐ ，méiyǒu shēngyīn ，yěméiyǒu yǐngzi 。wǒ bùjīn hàncéncén ér lèishānshān le 。
I don't know how many days I am entitled to altogether, but my quota of them is undoubtedly wearing away. Counting up silently, I find that more than 8,000 days have already slipped away through my fingers. Like a drop of water falling off a needle point into the ocean, my days are quietly dripping into the stream of time without leaving a trace. At the thought of this, sweat oozes from my forehead and tears trickle down my cheeks.