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.

盖茨比信奉那盏绿灯，那个流光溢彩却一年年渐行渐远的未来。它曾与我们失之交臂，不过这没有关系——明天我们会跑得更快，把手臂伸得更远，总会在一个明媚的清晨…

所以我们奋力向前，逆流而上，又不断被现实冲回过去。