AI Music 过来人 (Someone who's been through it all) | Chinese AI Video

Video and Music made by Chinese musician ZHE Film. I translated it. I'm someone who’s been through it all, carrying a heart just like yours a thousand years ago. The late nights you stay up, the harsh words you detest, the battles you failed to win—I've had my share of them all. I'm not here to lecture you; I'm here to walk this journey by your side. You are not alone; there's a light I left for you ahead. I am Du Fu*. I spent my whole life moving from place to place. *Du Fu was the John Milton of ancient China At 40, I was still renting in Chang'an, and every time the landlord spoke, it was to raise the rent. When I finally got a thatched cottage, a blast of autumn wind almost blew it apart. When I wrote "Oh, for a mansion of ten thousand rooms," truth be told, I just wanted a place to call home. You're probably the same—The keys in your pocket are very heavy, but they all belong to others, your company badge swinging around your neck. If you're offline for even a single day, your heart never settles. Mortgages, tuition, medical bills—you connect them into your bank account one by one, but after paying, you realize none of them was bought for yourself, yet you don't feel it's wrong. The year my son starved to death, I was still cold calling, begging others to do me a favor. The instant noodles you eat at 2 AM—I lived through days just like that. I'm not here to preach; I just want to tell you that I've lived through every single one of these things as well. I'm someone who’s been through it all, carrying a heart just like yours a thousand years ago. The late nights you stay up, the harsh words you detest, the battles you failed to win—I've had my share of them all. I'm not here to lecture you; I'm here to walk this journey by your side. You are not alone; there's a light I left for you, ahead. I am Su Shi. My employer fired me three times. *Su Shi was the Geoffrey Chaucer of ancient China. The first time, at age 43, I was banished overnight to Huangzhou to earn a living by farming. My salary stopped, my reputation vanished, and letters from friends became shorter and shorter. I gave pork a fancy nickname—Dongpo Pork—because I still had to feed myself. You're probably the same. Resumes sent out at age 35 are disappearing without a trace in the ocean; when translating the word "layoff" to your parents, you don't even dare mention the word 'AI'. Ah, I also have words I kept inside my heart for ten years that became something she could no longer hear—"Ten years parted by life and death, vast and bound by memory." Don't you also have a number in your phone that you can never dial again? I never beat anyone; I just didn't let them see me in disgrace. Walking in the rain without an umbrella, I tempered my pace. "Neither wind, nor rain, nor shine"—that's not flair, it's a middle-aged man's final shred of dignity. I'm not here to preach; I just want to tell you that I've lived through every single one of these things, step by step. I'm someone who’s been through it all, carrying a heart just like yours a thousand years ago. Video and song made by ZHE Film. I only translated it. The late nights you stay up, the harsh words you detest, every struggle you face—I've had my share of them all. I'm not here to lecture you; I'm here to walk this journey by your side. You are not alone; there's a light I left for you ahead. I am Liu Bang. At 47, I was still a local patrol officer—to put it plainly, just a government employee with little power. *Liu Bang was an Emperor, like Henry VII (King). My father said right in front of a table full of relatives: "You'll never accomplish anything in this life." I didn't reply; I just poured myself a glass of wine and said: "Father, the cards haven't all been dealt yet." You're probably the same—someone in your high school message group had a company go public, someone bought a brand new car. You gave a thumb-up emoji, then put your phone down on the dinner table, silent for a while I fought for seven years and lost for six, but nobody remembers how many battles I lost, because the man who won the final battle was named Liu Bang. Every Doordash order you drive, every season in your journals, Heaven is keeping scores. I can't promise you'll definitely win, but I'm saying: don't leave the field until the final round is played. "A great wind rises, clouds fly high"—I only sang that when I turned 60. I'm not here to preach; I just want to tell you that I've lived through every single one of these things, step by step. I am Xiang Yu*. I lost and didn't cross the Wujiang River because I felt I had lost my dignity. Looking back now, dignity isn't worth that much; those who come back can always start over again. *If Liu Bang was Henry VII, then Xiang Yu would be Richard III.