I once toiled through mountains and seas

Also the crowds of humanities

Everything I ever possessed

Now all drift away like mist

I was once frustrated, disappointed and lost on the road

Until found that mediocre life is the only answer

I was just like ordinary people

Just like the wild plant

This is the doomed road I shall pursue and face

Time keeps silence as so and so

Here comes the tomorrow

The wind-off road is still far away

Where is the line of your story