If the school is a high mountain,
then we are grass at the foot of the mountain,
growing slowly under the protection of the mountain.
If
the school is a lighted lamp,
then, we are people in the dark,
guided by the lamp, moving towards the light.
If school is a warm home,
then we are happy children at home,
growing up with the care of home.
... Ah, school, you are like my mother.
How happy I am in your arms!
I love our school,
just as the grass respects the mountains;
people's gratitude for the lights in the dark;
children's love for home!
with deep respect,
with deep love,
we ride the fragrance of flowers and
swim freely in the ocean of knowledge!
Ah,
Dear school,
Flowers will bear fruit,
We will grow up.
But no matter when
you will always be
an enduring monument in our hearts!