Between the sky and the earth
Next to the olive tree
I opened my palm and released a pair.
Young white dove
M: countless times.
When the sun rises, it falls trembling on the horizon.
Morning and dusk.
I sing to the far south.
A soulful song without lyrics.
Woman: On the unknown grassland in the subtropical jungle.
He stood up for the last time to pay tribute to his motherland.
The red fountain of life collapsed and never stopped.
Therefore, the sunset glow that day was very red.
M: That's it. He is on the grass.
Give one last pulse, one last breath.
Give up the age of 22, so that he will stay young forever.
Therefore, his life is always young.
Man: He is an ordinary man.
Woman: Very ordinary.
He was our childhood friend.
Woman: We were friends when we were young.
He never weaved glorious dreams about heroes and marshals.
Even he doesn't particularly like those war stories.
He is infatuated with his pigeons. His beautiful white dove.
Every time, when the pigeon takes off from his shoulder.
I always hear him face the blue sky.
Blow a loud and free whistle.
Man: But one day, he said he was going to join the army. He's going to the south front.
W: So, on a foggy morning, he packed his backpack and said goodbye to us.
Man: He said a white dove died in the south.
So someone has to go to the front.
Woman: Yes, someone always goes to the front.
Man: He said he likes pigeons, so he's going to the front.
Woman: He likes pigeons. He wants to go to the front.
Man: He said you should live, struggle, be happy and fall in love.
W: He said you should be happy and love each other.
Man: He said he spilled all his blood to turn on sunshine and love.
Open the vast and boundless sky of peace.
Woman: Quiet sky. He said it was for all the white pigeons.
Never die and fly freely.
Man: At this time, you cried and there were tears on your face.
Woman: I cried. There are tears on my face.
Man: He said you were still a little girl, a silly little girl.
Woman: Call me a little girl, and call me a silly girl.
Man: He gave a long whistle with a smile.
Woman: Whistle. The most beautiful whistle in my life.
M: Then eyes and eyes stare at each other.
Woman: I stared for a long time without saying anything.
Man: Finally, he took the white dove out and put it in our hands.
Woman: Turn around and set foot on the winding path.
He never came back after that.
Never come back.
Man: I saw the sunset glow was very red that day.
W: I saw the sunset glow was very red that day.
Man: On that day, he will live in youth forever, and his life will be young forever.
Woman: On that day, his youth was eternal, and his life was always young.
Woman: Pigeons are flying.
Fly and draw a long arc.
Lead to a long and endless homesickness
Man: My song is sung around it in a low voice.
low
But I always believe that in that remote subtropical jungle
A blade of grass will hear this song.
Together: miss with us
So when we face the ground countless times,
Blue sky and red light.
W: I always feel that there is an unknown story that has not been told.
Man: I always feel that there is a loud pigeon whistle echoing for a long time.
Together: countless times, we opened our palms and released a pair of young white pigeons.
Countless times, we have been singing soulful songs to the far south.