The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.
 大多数人过着一种平静的绝望生活,他们心中的歌和他们一起埋入坟墓。
过去是一张地图,显示我们曾去过哪里。
在远方河畔旷野,我与吾爱并肩伫立,在我微倾的肩膀,她搭上纯白的手臂。她嘱我淡然生活,像青草滋长于岸堤。但当时年少无知,如今早已泪眼凄凄。
Change is inevitable, but growth is optional.