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