Clear wine in golden goblets, ten thousand cash a cup, And costly delicacies on jade platter. Yet I spurn drinking and toss away my chopsticks, Sword in hand, restless, I wonder what to do. I want to cross the Yellow River, but it's ice-bound; I want to climb the Taihang Mountains, but they're snow-covered. So idly I fish by a limid stream, Dreaming of sailing towards the sun. Travelling is hard! Travelling is hard! So many crossroad; which to choose? One day I'll skim the waves,blown by the wind, With sails hoisted high, across the vast ocean.