Twenty years already left my birth and grew up place.
My hair is suddenly found white and grey.
These few years get up very early sit near the window.
where I watch the roaring cars like a river of water on the freeway.
How many men and cars have been passing through?
My eyes every day can see them on the way.
I wonder the people on their way for their rights and fame.
How hard they are struggling to and fro every day?
Does any man know there'll be one day he will be calm down like me?
Fully retire and resting with no more exciting demands.
How many men of hero have been rising and down?
How many of the greatest can still be remembered?
In the historical waves buried thousands of great.
Try your best to love the public not in vain;
It is only the best mark on a great man face.
