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. ...
If life starts over,
I will wipe the sadness from my forehead,
If life starts over,
I will never resent not wearing my dream wedding dress again.
If life starts over,
My soul will not be scattered at will,
If life starts over,
Your tenderness is in my heart and I will never give up.