The quiet of the years is a moment,
A place of chicken feathers is everyday,
Even if the world is occasionally thin and cool,
The heart should also be prosperous.
The years go silent,
And you are not in a hurry.
When you are young, you long for the waves, to ride the wind and waves,
After a thousand sails, plain and calm is the truth.
In the midst of mundane fireworks,
Light clouds and light winds for life.
