How long could I go?
Would things be different, if I could foresee
Anyway, the road away from home is never returnable
And at every turn, something will be lost
Until I myself am lost
Scenery in my eyes is like running water –
Which can’t be viewed twice
For it turns old even at one glance, and then falls
Destiny travels along crisscrossed lines. Who holds it?
But why the same wind all the way along?
Sounds like singing from somewhere high
Like an old acquaintance, or a yearning
Let the wind blow away the burdens
Let the wings of dreams fill up the sky
Whether my mood is bright or dim
Like a window facing the street
Allow me to keep going quietly
Quietly through the promenade of wind