I always hope/sing with a crisp voice/;
This makes apricot flowers rain/nourish/land,
This river is always full of/our passion/,
This endless/blowing/warm/wind
And the/incomparably harmonious/early morning from the forest. ...
Then, I flew,
Even figures/grow on the land.
Why/my heart/is always excited?
Because I/am obsessed with this land/love …