Our soul is like the oar that momently,
我们的灵魂宛如浆，在波涛之下
Dies ina desperate stress beneath the wave,
因为死命地奋力，而短暂陨灭，
Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea:
接着又闪烁而出，在海上一划：
Every second we are new born from some new grave
每秒钟，新生的我跳出新墓穴。
Mortal's struggle is just aroused in the fate of the ocean in a spray, drift, turn away.
凡人所做的抗争不过只是在命运的海洋中激起的一丝浪花，随波逐流，转即而逝。