You've grown up, but still a child
Cradled in destiny's iron hands
Twisted, agonized by tumultuous time
Amazed, silenced by the great unknown.

The highest peak you reach
Is still dwarfed by history's greatness;
Is still insufficient to satiate the future
Is still just not enough for the present.

You've come far, but still a child
Crying yourself to sleep every night.
Still in a dreamy world, sleepless;
You still know nothing. It's empty.