Although her weight can be severe at times,
The moving cart is lightweight;
A handsome coachman, old age,
Fortunately, won't be able to stop the radiation.
We sit on the cart in the morning;
We enjoy breaking the head.
And, disdaining joy and indolence,
We yell, "Go!" We don't care!
However, such bravery does not exist at noon;
Rocked us; we now fear more
Of hills and gorges;
Take it easy, fools, we yell.
The cart continues to move;
By dusk, we were accustomed to it.
We then head to our hotel for the night while still sleepy.
Time also motivates the horses.