My dreams are progress

My twenties are my dreams, my progress and my ambition

Doesn't a pessimistic brother discourage me

And childhood visions are a lost meal

And the child with meals is the dreamer

The child's dream is no longer a measure of prohibition

Do you think he is crowded in that field?

The old man no longer hopes for childhood

Despair has seized him as he is attacked

And he wants to remain the same

As if his worldly life, which is an epic

The youth is filled with rushing towards his desires

To be honored by the nobles of mankind

Even if he takes the path of danger, he still

Collides with what he faces in the heights

No human being has wished for height

Except that he has a trick in what he wished for