Flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat.
People lament how waves there are in the sky, flowers bloom and autumn frost falls.
Flat, flat, flat, flat.
Hard-to-decoct pain, cold bones, long lying stiff, covered with injuries.
Flat and light, flat and light.
Come and go, lonely and sad, Ryukyu lamp swaying.
Flat and flat, flat and flat, flat and flat.
Life is short and ambitious, and the heart grows in the spring and autumn.
My humble job, Han Hai