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. ...
My imitation: "I love this sea"
If I were a fish,
I should also swim with my weak body,
The rough waves beat against the coast,
This surging wave will impact us forever,