"Song of the Pig"
Let me sing a song for her,
Singing how happy the little bird is.
She flew over the gurgling river,
to be a guest in the misty rainy world.
Let me sing a song for her,
The flowers and plants are bleak in the wind.
Her dancing posture confused the rice field,
A bit swaying, a bit enchanting.
Let me sing a song for her,
How strange that land is.
She endowed nature with a thirst for life.
Drinking all the nectar, she was so happy!