Thank a flower, or two or three.
Whether noble, ordinary or unknown.
They have faint scent, faint scent and strong scent.
Around our beautiful home.
Thanks to the butterfly on the flower.
It's little wings, trembling slightly.
Give us the desire to fly.
Thanks to a grass, listen to the sound of its efforts to jointing.
With the beat of music, it shakes our hearts.
Look at it. It magnifies a little bit of green into our infinite life.
Thanks to the dew on the grass, it is crystal clear and round.
Sending out the sacred light, fresh morning.
Gently put it in our hands.
Thanks to the wind, whether it is weak or strong,
Or more powerfully, they gently touch.
Or blowing in the air, are really like our close lovers.
Thanks to the clouds above the wind, they are soft and elegant.
In our lifelong dream, fly up and down.
Pure white without any impurities.
Thanks to lightning and thunder, it is light.
The thunder of reality, across the sky.
The fear of division that has plagued us for a long time
Let the soul and body be baptized by God.
Thanks to one of the many raindrops.
Stand up and slide across the smooth foreheads of the gods.
Moisturize our red lips transparently.
Thanks to a snow, pure and soft.
Cross the fence of heaven and come to our poor roof.
Cover our sad wheat fields with angel feathers.
Thanks to a grain of sand, small and insignificant.
But in the embrace of the sea, it condenses into a tower.
Stand on the rocky sea and guide our course.
Thanks for the warm flame from the ancient forest.
Come barefoot, be enthusiastic and always go up.
Born in destruction, live forever in destruction.
It's like faith flowing through our veins
Thanks to a bird, flying over Qian Shan.
It perches in front of our window and sings beautifully.
Clear, tactful, straight into the sky
Just like our swan song of vows of eternal love.
Thank a river, or a stream.
Whether it is clear or turbid.
Violent or docile?
Raise the sails and fly away with our dreams.
The call of the waves makes the wanderers in the distance
Recall the haunted hometown
Thank one tree, or countless trees.
At the end of the world, at the ends of the earth, you stand tall and straight when you meet a mountain.
Beauty is when you meet water, and childlike innocence is close to the earth.
Just like we are always attached to our white-haired mother.
Thank the sun, the god of the temple,
Eternal light, glory breaks through the sky
Reproduce our love in the golden light.
Praise, praise, praise, praise.
Everything steps into eternity in praise.