Life is a journey, we walk in it,
With the wind and dust of the four seasons, towards the unknown scenery,
We practice the journey of life.
Toward the brilliant morning sun, along the rough road,
We have a ride in the mountains, a ride in the water,
The wind is more, the rain is more through the sky,
Walk through the mud.
Tired, resting in the corner of time;
Thirsty, drink in the stream of the years;
Cried in pain,
We secretly write down these landscapes in our hearts.
A bumpy ride, a ride of confidence,
One journey blocking, one journey strong,
Even on the cusp of the storm,
We have never stopped moving forward.
Wind and frost rain and snow,
On the road of life, we know how to give up,
Our footsteps are heavy, for a more beautiful scenery,
We forsake temptation,
We chose the rainbow ahead,
And the first sunshine after the snow.
We keep going through, we keep going to experience,
Constantly making all kinds of mistakes, eating all kinds of crying.
And these so-called "wrong" and "bitter",
Often it changes into a sweet life.
The clouds are light and the wind is light,
On the road of life, we know how to give up,
We walk happily, for a wonderful life,
We give up our burdens,
We put sunshine and smiles in our bags,
Accumulating hope, picking up beauty,
Enriched our journey.
On the road, our lives are affirmed,
Along the way, we have both failures and successes,
There are tears and emotions, there are twists and turns and smooth roads,
There are opportunities and dreams.
Along the way,
We are familiar with the strange world,
We are familiar with unfamiliar faces,
Encounter countless people, hurried and hurried,
Some of them have become the backs of what we can't forget.
Some have become the landscape of our lives.
Reunion, separation, passer-by,
Encounters, encounters, in and out,
Pain, sorrow, taste of life,
Happiness, happiness, gradually everything returned to peace.
Lonely or lonely,
We learn to appreciate and tolerate,
We are in different landscapes, sharpening our bodies and minds,
Enjoy the process in different journeys,
Keep practicing with your bags on your back.
What to practice,
But to appease this restless heart,
It is like this outward twists and turns and setbacks,
Joy and happiness.
The four seasons of life,
We go from ignorance to maturity,
From innocence to clarity, from prosperity to tranquility,
From learning, understanding to calm,
A starting point, a journey,
The whole process must be experienced in person,
Life is more beautiful and full.
Happiness is a journey paved with flowers,
Pain is a journey full of thorns,
We don't indulge in green mountains and waters,
Not afraid of wind and rain,
We store all kinds of scenery,
We harvest endless resistance and breakthroughs,
We have spent our whole lives harvesting different landscapes.
Colorful world, life is a journey,
The road you have traveled is the life you have woven,
We can't predict the way forward,
But
We can grasp who we are now,
Cherish everything around you,
Walk down-to-earth, walk your own way,
Don't leave yourself a landscape of regret in your life.
Life is a journey,
What matters is not the end,
The end is just a piece of loess,
Important is the scenery along the road,
That's the meaning of life.
No matter what the scenery on the road of life,
Our lives have been practicing silently on the road.
Wind a ride, rain a ride,
Life goes by and on.