In seeking good and eternal glory, we are despicable and insignificant.
Ah! Our days are so short-lived, and life cannot be held back!
Under the sound of rapsoids amidst the drinks I sit confused, thinking full:
Everyone will remember you today, but who will remember you tomorrow?
In the evening thou wasted like a cedar curly, scattered, wide-leafed,
And today, with a baseball bull, you are sent in the shadow to the edge.
Even now you go proudly, accumulating complicated plans.
In a moment you will get in the mouth. Ah! As a year ago, we are small.