I thought I was awaken,
from the dream out there I still fly.
By scratching the cloud in the sky,
I saw my name on it was written.
I dreamed again after being awaken,
into the world that tears belong to no eyes.
By dropping to the ground from the sky,
I saw my flesh at there was rotten.
At thirty, I was established; said Confucius.
At forty, I did not waver; said Confucius.
At twenty, I remembered the smiles I still care; said Argus.
I ran for the whisper of the wind, not the medal.
At fifty, I shall believe the hands I always have; said Argus.
I plowed for the seed in the soil, not the gold.
我自覺夢醒之後
世界仍供我自由翱翔
我自覺雲端之上
世人可看我一世名堂
夢醒復又自醉
我才驚覺老淚盈眶
涕泗縱橫之下
我已不復年輕力壯
三十而立，孔子曰
四十而不惑，孔子曰
年輕時，只有真心是我所鍾；自問
我應不愛功名，只愛狂放
從今後，不再懷疑此身此力；自詡
我願盡我所能，屈膝幫忙
