Do not mock the dreams of youth in the Jianghu.

Who hasn't dreamed of the rivers and lakes in their youth.
Once young, I aspired to travel three thousand miles.
Now hesitating for a hundred steps without any achievement.
In a daze for half a lifetime, amidst the mundane world.
In the blink of an eye, all the elders have white hair.
Children stumble in the classroom,
A few pieces of silver hasten one’s aging, the heart is thrown away.
Wrinkles appear in the eyebrows.
Drunken dreams of a fleeting life
Youth remains the same.
Just lamenting how time flies too quickly.