The lyrics are like this:
Going east, the wind and sand are swirling, and it is difficult step by step, and my heart is tortured by inch.
Hold on to the reins, don't look back at that fierce horse and let the bones of relatives be buried in a foreign country forever.
A pure heart, who can take it away, collect tears and whip and lament?
The old country has white clouds and green grass, and cattle and sheep are all over the hillside.
A pure heart cannot be taken away, and a sword around his waist hates fire.
I can't kiss my homeland in this life, but I'd rather be buried every day.
On the way to the east, the dying old man at home faced the sun until the last moment.
He's saying that it's hard to dream if you don't cut your guts out, so remember it in the afterlife.
A pure heart, who can take it away, collect tears and whip and lament?
The old country has white clouds and green grass, and cattle and sheep are all over the hillside.
A pure heart cannot be taken away, and a sword around his waist hates fire.
I can't kiss my homeland in my life, but I'd rather be buried in the sky.
How's it going?