Young people's ambitions are always as high as the sky
Ambition and passion are not afraid of the storm
Spring and Autumn are eternal
All the years are written off
Only the sound of the piano is left in the air
The autumn moon hangs in the sky and the maple leaves sway
Summer dawns with morning and evening
How much time passes by
Who can understand
Never frivolous people waste their youth
Let me be free in the prosperous world of mortals