"The callow youth that wrote that poem could never have imagined that 60 years later, when he was 80, he would be still be sitting at a window writing poems-but, instead of mountains, he'd be gazing upon the water of the Taiwan Strait."
「那稚氣的少年絕未想到，起跳的這顆詩心會一直跳到 80 歲，60 年後仍會坐在窗口寫詩，而窗外不再是山，是茫茫的海峽。」