01 Right, right! That's why the perfect guy's gotta be picked, or else people won't follow properly, and it'll all go wrong.
Anyway, the one I've got goes something like this.
02 I turn the carriage, yoke and set off, far far, over never-ending roads. In the four directions, broad plain on plain; east wind shakes the hundred grasses.
03 Among all I meet, nothing of the past; what can save us from sudden old age? Fullness and decay, each has its season; success -- I hate it, so late in coming!
04 Man is not made of metal or stone; how can he hope to live for long? Swiftly he follows in the wake of change; a shining name -- let that be the prize!
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Right, right! That's why the perfect guy's gotta be picked, or else people won't follow properly, and it'll all go wrong.
Anyway, the one I've got goes something like this.
02
I turn the carriage, yoke and set off,
far far, over never-ending roads.
In the four directions, broad plain on plain;
east wind shakes the hundred grasses.
03
Among all I meet, nothing of the past;
what can save us from sudden old age?
Fullness and decay, each has its season;
success -- I hate it, so late in coming!
04
Man is not made of metal or stone;
how can he hope to live for long?
Swiftly he follows in the wake of change;
a shining name -- let that be the prize!