Over the mountains, across the river, spread your wings and chase your dreams.
Facing the fresh air of morning prayers, the sun gives us light.
Looking up at the sky in the rain, God gave us strength.
We and the sun shine like the sun and the moon,
We are with the clouds and the stars shine.
Thousands of years of vicissitudes, mottled color of time.
Thousands of years of wind and frost have frozen permanent memories.
Dreams are far away, so I choose to be on the road.
Any life should have its own dreams.
Dreams are sails that sail with the wind.
Dreams are stars that guide us to create beautiful decorations.
Ancient pottery is an earlier legend about dreams.
The hero grew up in a cradle of cast iron.
The dream remains the same.
Now, as long as the sun sets, everything that crowns us is what!
Life is rich because they have dreams.
Life is happy, because there are dreams.
Life is wonderful because they have dreams.
Whenever we are confused, we look up and only the stars are shining.
Only the stars are shining