When I drive downward the hill
In a cool sunny Fall afternoon
With steeping hill on left side
And smooth sea on the right side
I have no idea it is a deadend of not
Once get to the sea level
Hitting the deadend
I know it is tougher to go back
Yet you have no alternative choice
You have to go forward and go upward
You cannot stop you cannot hesitate
Stick Island Stick Island
Stick with it stick with it