No one supports my ambition to reach the heights, I will step through the snow to the mountain peak.

Though there is no clear wind to lend me strength, I alone carry the bright moon up the cloud ladder.
Do not rely on others to pave the way, but instead brave the frost and snow, treading on the desolation yourself.
No one lifts me to pick the stars, I carry my own lamp to shine on the mountains.
Do not say that there is no helping hand on the road of life, I go with a lonely heart to old age.
The azure clouds do not wait for the east wind to rise, I step on the cold blossoms and break through ten thousand thorns.