Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter--tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther....
And one fine morning----
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
蓋茨比信奉那盞綠燈宗兼，那個流光溢彩卻一年年漸行漸遠(yuǎn)的未來。它曾與我們失之交臂，不過這沒有關(guān)系——明天我們會跑得更快，把手臂伸得更遠(yuǎn)，總會在一個明媚的清晨…
所以我們奮力向前掏颊，逆流而上，又不斷被現(xiàn)實(shí)沖回過去。
