Don't mock a youth's dream of the martial world for who didn't dream of it in their youth Once in my youth I aspired to thousands of miles but now I hesitate achieving nothing in a hundred steps Half a lifetime spent in ignorant mediocrity in this mundane world in a flash elders' hair turns white and children toddle to school A few pieces of silver hasten one's aging The heart still feels young yet wrinkles have crept upon the face in this fleeting life I get drunk and return to dreams The youthful spirit remains I only sigh that time is too fleeting