If I love you, I will never learn to climb the Campbell flower and show off myself with your high branches;
If I love you, I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It's not just like a fountain/cool comfort all year round;
It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.
Even sunshine, even spring rain.
No, these are not enough.
I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree.
Roots, clinging to the ground; Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other.
But no one understood us.
You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, and like a halberd;
I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and a hero's torch.
We share cold waves and lightning;
We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow;
It seems that we are separated forever, but we are dependent for life.
This is great love, and loyalty is here. Love not only loves your strong body,
I also love your stand, the land under your feet.