Don't laugh at a young man's dreams of the martial world; who wasn't young once, dreaming of roaming the jianghu?
Once, in my youth, I set my sights on a thousand-mile journey. Now I hesitate after a hundred steps, having achieved nothing.
Half my life passed in a daze, wasted in the ordinary world. In the blink of an eye, my parents' hair has turned white, while my children still toddle off to school.
A few silver coins hasten old age. The heart stays young, but wrinkles gather around the eyes. Drunk on this fleeting life, I return to my dreams.
The young are still young, and all I can do is lament how quickly time flies!
A man may leave the jianghu, but the jianghu never leaves him.
The jianghu, the jianghu.
Who still remembers the jianghu as it truly was…
