"Wandering Life" I, a madman from Chu, sing long and laugh at the mortal world At fourteen, I left my hometown, walking through misty rain Sweating on the construction site, my collar damp, the kitchen stove igniting my body Deliveries soaring through the stars, express deliveries racing through dawn and dusk Talking of spring and autumn in the sales office, dancing in the live channel amidst the winds and clouds Searching for a livelihood in piles of code, listening to the thunder deep within the Mining Farm Ten years of drifting like a weary bird, a thousand miles in the rivers and lakes as floating dust Yet I still hold on to the ambitions of youth, wishing to ride the divine ship and knock on the gates of heaven.