Even sunshine and even spring rain, no, these are not enough. I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree.
Roots, clinging to the ground; Leaves, touching in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one is there.
Understand our words, you have your copper branches and iron shafts, like knives, swords and halberds; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and a heroic torch, and we share the cold wave and lightning; We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. This is great love.
Loyalty is here. Love not only loves your stalwart body, but also loves the land under your feet.