"Original" I would like to live like this

Be a happy person

Scattered on the road of life

On weekdays, I use my steps as a car

Hang on low gears and don't step on the throttle

Any four wheels slide freely

When the green light passes, the red light stops

No drunk driving, no violations

The traffic police saluted me, and passers-by saw me detouring

That's it, like an old car

Say go, stop when you want

Before complete scrapping

Never stop gearing, jumping brakes, putting out the fire