A wonderful poem about my travels around the world.

1. I came to this world and wanted to do something big;

Unfortunately, the world is cold, and dreams are fantasies;

I have tasted the ups and downs, and now my temples are vicissitudes;

For broken silver, it always fades;

Shake off frivolity, and it's gone, just like before.

2. I came to the world, not afraid of rain, snow, wind and frost;

However, it was a few silver coins, and they drifted away from home.

However, the years are getting longer and the parents are vicissitudes;

It's hard to say that it doesn't matter if you are short of money when you are young.