I don't think about whether I can succeed,
Since I have chosen the distant place,
Then he only cares about the wind and rain;
I don't think about it,
Will there be cold wind and rain behind me?
Since the target is the horizon,
All that is left to the world is his back.
Because among millions of people,
Meet the people you meet;
For thousands of years,
In the boundless wilderness of time,
Not a step early,
It's not too late,
Just happened to catch up. . . . .