In youth, full of spirit, sword in hand, roaming the world, righting every wrong. Wherever my heart wishes, there I go.
In middle age, raising my voice, leading the people, resisting tyranny. Where the people wish to go, there I go too.
In my twilight years, sitting alone on a high dais, watching the world change. Where you wish me to go, I have no choice but to follow.
Stealing a glimpse of reincarnation, seeing flowers through the mist, I finally understand: I am me, and he is him. What a joke! What a joke!
Theme: Even ants struggle to survive.
