There are no bustling cities, only flocks of cattle and sheep.
We live sweetly in the thatched cottage you built yourself.
What I can rely on is your shoulder.
You play the guitar, and I gently song for you.
Birds in the sky will also flap their wings happily.
At night, we can snuggle up by the stream near the village.
I buried my head in your strong chest.
Red soldier, I want to go to a place with you, a place that can't be found on the map
Maybe we won't have our parents at our wedding.
At the wedding of only two people, the blazing bonfire will warm our happy faces.
Open the window in the morning, it is fresh air and warm sunshine.
We have a baby, and he may still be a little fat.
You and I can be clearly seen from the baby's face.
Fifty years later, you and I are both white-haired.
But we snuggled up sweetly in the pond near the village.