0 1. There are ten thousand silver stars in rivers and silver waves in streams. The grass on the flooded vilen is also shining with silver. As night falls, there is silence and nature is immersed in a dream. The bright moon casts light and puts a silver coat on everything around it. -"Night"
02. Bitch runs along the snowdrift, following the master's footsteps; The unfrozen water trembled for a long time. When it staggered back, it was listless, licking the sweat on its ribs as it walked, and the crescent moon hanging on the cowshed seemed to be one of its little treasures. -"Dog Song"
03. I remember, dear, remember: the flash of your soft hair; Fate has made me leave you, and my heart is heavy and sad. I remember those autumn nights when the leaves of birch trees rustled; May the days get shorter and the moonlight get longer. -"I remember"
04. I don't regret, don't call or cry. Golden leaves filled my heart. I'm not a teenager anymore. -"I don't regret it, I don't call, I don't cry."
Maybe you will think of me, like a flower that will never bloom again. -"Flowers"
06. The willows are like a group of gentle nuns-the rosary makes a crisp sound. Swamp pipes are smoking clouds, and black friends are floating in the sky. -"lovely hometown"
07. In front of my window, there is a birch tree, which seems to be covered with silver frost and snowflakes. Furry branches, lace embroidered with snowflakes, strings of blooming flowers and picturesque white tassels. -"Birch Tree"
08. I also have friends who accompany me on my journey when I am lonely. I really want to laugh, but my lips are locked by depression. Stars are the eyes of the night, and flowers bloom with the mood of the earth. Just, my heart, who is listening. -"Melancholy Man"
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye, dear, you will be in my heart forever. Destiny takes a hand to leave each other and promise to meet us in the front. Goodbye, my friend. Don't shake hands, don't be sad, don't be sad Goodbye, my friend, goodbye.
10. I am the last poet in the country. A simple wooden bridge was written into my singing. I stood up for farewell mass and burned incense with birch leaves to worship God. The lighted candle is made of meat, which has been gradually consumed on the golden flame. The wooden wall clock and the moon make my midnight hoarse. -"I am the last poet in the countryside"