A long sentimental life

But gripped in a vice

Of one's daily routine

The Grand Canyon's River

Curves longer

Than the Way of Galaxy itself

The sun and the moon

Are not looser

A grain of sand in Sahara Desert

Success and failure are all in balance

Vanishing in air

Like smoke over the dawn pond

It is not about honor or dishonor

It's all about the dead-water surface --

The secondary mirror of the moon

Don't call people to common sense --

It's all depends on

How much hot or cold are their tempers

There're ebb and flow, heavy clouds and cirri;

To sigh on a transmitted wave. . .

What? . . Did you go off your head?

Youth is easy to sink into oblivion,

The beauty of a flower is changeable;

Sure, a new day will come on time

Harken to the fleeting years

Which are like a mountain stream

Running and bubbling over hidden rocks

Your day and night are the swan ballade;

Remember each and every word of it

Singing your solo and without accompaniment

Breathe more the air of freedom;

Do not chase every benefit

To keep your mind clearer

And friends, think less

Of treacheries and empty debates

Look up in the night sky

Until you realize the deepest ocean

Of opportunities just above your crown

Find a moment to stop and stare

At the high and low tide -- your smug life

Of everyman can come to end at any time.