The Golden Wattles

When I had to take a special car back to Liverpool Through the speedily running windows, on the rolling hills The Yellow Acacia continued to flash before my eyes Like the joyful lights beating beside the road in seam... They are messengers of spring, coming with hope To light up the future for me who was lost at midnight... I clearly saw the brilliant oracle, Somehow like the imperial-issued decree Instructing us to be persistent, When marching forward with dignity To meet our lives... She gave us the opportunities to accomplish: The obligations stipulated in the life contract, And picking up the burden on our shoulders... To embark on the road of life again, To meet the coming summers and Autumns... Life never easily abandons people who love her And always loves people she loves, never leaves She loves their kindness, friendliness, and piety with living up to each other's promises And not changing the eternal theme of lives Until figuring out the mission and significance As Gifted by the Creator... Awakened by the messenger's purpose I suddenly see staring at the starry sky overhead When I was walking arduously in the darkest hours To check the mind carved by the sun and the moon If it was ready to honor the contract faithfully Looking back, when I lost, without explicit directions HOPE comes with the certification written By using the golden Acacia flowers To brush the frost and snow on the cold road