The One Way Journey

To the finish line, we walk the lonely way,

Even we are in crowds, but must go alone,

Without the pause, we’re plodding all of the day.

 

We can’t start again or return to the start-point in this way,

So like or not, we must go not to despair or bemoan.

To the finish line, we walk the lonely way.

 

When walking rugged road, no short cut we must obey.

We walk alone respectively but will meet at one zone.

Without the pause, we’re plodding all of the day.

 

When we stop to relax we realize that we’re walking the way.

During walking we have many things but we cannot own.

To the finish line, we walk the lonely way.

 

Sometimes, boulder plateau or homely bay,

We can laugh or tear with others, but parting alone,

Without the pause, we’re plodding all of the day.

 

The journey is long or short, flatland or brae,

We can only bring the memory of the golden stone.

To the finish line, we walk the lonely way.

Without the pause, we’re plodding all of the day.

(Feb., 9^th, 2024, Translated by Kinsley Lee)