(Thoreau) Death poets devote themselves to absorbing the essence of life. The Dead Poet is devoted to "absorbing the essence of life".
(Thoreau) I stepped into the jungle/because I wanted to live a meaningful life/I wanted to live a profound life/to absorb all the essence of life/to defeat everything that was not life/so that when my life came to an end/I found that I had never lived in the Woods because I wanted to live a delicate life. I want to live. Absorb the essence of all life, defeat all inanimate things, and when I die, don't find that I have never lived.
(Tennyson) Come on, my friend. It's not too late to discover the new world. /I am determined to cross the sunset. Although we no longer have the great power of the past, we can shake the earth. /We are still the same hero/Time and destiny, let it grow old. /But our strong will is still there. /Let's struggle, explore and discover/Never give in, my friends. It's not too late to find a new world, because my goal is to sail beyond the sunset. Although we don't have the power to shake the world in the past; We are what we are; A heroic heart, smoothed by time and fate, is strong-willed. To struggle, to explore, to discover, and not to give in.
Then I had faith/then I had imagination/I was infected by their indulging ridicule/then I saw the Congo River/flowed through the black land/drew a golden ravine (the rhythm of language) in the forest. Then I saw a scene. I can't help being intoxicated by their ridicule. Then I saw Congo crawling in the dark and crossing the forest with a golden track.
I see sweetness in her smile/her eyes are shining/but life is so complicated/I am satisfied/as long as I know/as long as I know/she is still alive. I saw sweetness in her smile. Her eyes sparkled with a dim light. But life is complete; I am satisfied, because I know ... just know that she is still alive.
The truth is like a blanket that will always make your feet cold/no matter how you pull it, it will never be enough/no matter how you kick it and play with it, it will never cover us/from our crying birth/until our death/it will only cover your face/no matter how painful you are/how to shout the truth is like a blanket that will always make your feet cold. You push it, you pull it, it's never enough. You kick it, hit it, and it will never cover any of us. From the moment we come in crying to the moment we die, when you wail, cry and scream, it will only cover your face.