So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
于是我们继续奋力向前,逆水行舟,被不断地向后推,直至回到往昔岁月。
我不是说唱歌手,我是一个恶棍。
身份不仅关乎你来自哪里,也关乎你将去向何方。