Goshawk flies all day,
Living somewhere,
Ruthless rain seems to be a joke,
Even the rest of the meeting was interrupted,
Shake wet feathers alone,
One by one,
Hold your head proudly,
Laughing at the falling water drops,
Want a wooden door that is beneficial to others,
Not expected by everything,
The wet body will still,
Flying high under the blue sky and white clouds,
With the breeze,
Adjacent to the bright moon,
Chasing the golden sun during the day,
Standing in the distance at night,
In the mountains,
Eyes like stars,
Overlooking the mystery of the night,
The night still exists,
Night elf.