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