They are the ones walking on thorns,
In the endless pursuit,
Find the meaning of existence.
Death, they had gazed upon deeply,
Disgusted, they have not been exiled,
Use bones as blades to split mountains, rivers and people's hearts,
They always walk on the path burned by the sun,
There is no shortage of companions, singing all the way.
Come, full of memories, farewell will always come, and those who wander have their own way back.
Purpose: Even people crawling in the dust should not be mocked by a miserable fate