The words of the sun
Open your window.
Open your boarding gate.
Let me in, let me in.
Go to your cabin.
I brought a bunch of golden flowers.
I carry the fragrance of the forest.
I bring light and warmth.
I'm covered in dew.
Get up, get up.
Lift your head from the pillow.
Open your eyelashes.
Let your eyes see my coming.
Turn your heart to the cabin.
Open the wound that they have closed for a long time.
Let me put the bouquet, the fragrance, the lights,
Warmth and dew fill the space of your hearts.
My mind is round.
My mind is round.
The Moon of Mid-Autumn Festival in August
It is also the brightest and roundest.
No matter how high the mountain is, how wide the sea is.
The whole world can see it.
On such a night.
What do you think?
My mind is round.
Watermelon and apple are round.
People who are reunited are happy.
Separation of flesh and blood is painful.
People who miss their loved ones
Look at the bright moon in the sky
Who can swallow moon cakes?
I love this land.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...