I am waiting in a bleak night
　　When the motorcycle roars from far to near
　　Naturally I become relaxed
　　Then there comes an indifferent stare at me
　　(My dear, have you noticed
　　The rippling of my grey hair
　　On the head)

　　Hair falls silently
　　But what makes me startle dis
　　The fact that you’ve grown taller and stronger
　　And that your naivety is no more
　　My dear the brands of life
　　Have already encroached the plain of your heart

　　By following such a one-way traffic
　　Will the train of time carry me far away? No
　　I have made ready my hunting suit and a walking-stick
　　Though my hair turns grey
　　I’ll preceed with another journey to conquer the rugged mountains