Under the clouds, above the wind,
Fly in the name of peace.
Who doesn’t want to have a pair of strong wings,
singing while flying.
Under the clouds, above the wind,
Sing with the mood of an angel.
Who doesn’t want to have a long dove whistle,
flying in singing.
Invited the sun, then invited the moon,
flying over a place full of flowers.
Invited the East, then invited the West,
Singing about the time without gunpowder smoke.
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There is a white dove sitting on my window sill,
On the windowsill,
Cuckoo, coo, coo
It calls me to get up quickly,< /p>
Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu
It calls me to get up quickly.