DankDoge
Setting off from the bus, steadily moving forward.
The high-speed train rushes, crossing mountains and rivers.
Riding on clouds, soaring straight to the heavens.
Finally driving a rocket, piercing the sky, heading for the starry sea.
Step by step, journey by journey.
No noise, yet there is sound; no ostentation, yet there is sharpness.
DankDoge's journey, from the ground to the starry sky,
Wherever the heart desires, it can be reached.