Snow flows through a quiet village;
There is snow in the quiet village.
Pigeons fly over the gloomy sky.
Pigeons are flying in a cloudy sky.
Two names are deeply engraved on a birch tree;
Those two names are engraved on the birch tree.
They promised to love each other for life.
They vowed to love each other and spend their lives together.
One day, a war broke out in their motherland.
One day the war burned to my hometown.
The young man picked up his gun and walked to the front.
The young man picked up his gun and went to the border.
"Don't worry about me, dear."
Honey, don't worry about me.
"Wait for me in the birch forest." He said.
Wait for me to come back in that birch forest
Pigeons still fly in the same gloomy sky.
The sky is still gloomy and pigeons are still flying.
Who will prove the love and life without gravel?
Who will prove the love and life without tombstones?
Snowflakes kept falling over the village, as quiet as ever.
The snow is still falling, and the village is still quiet.
Young people hide behind the birch forest.
Young people disappeared into the birch forest.
Bad news came the other afternoon.
The bad news came that afternoon.
Her love gave her life on the battlefield.
My lover died in a distant battlefield.
She quietly came to the birch forest,
She came to the birch forest silently.
Waiting there on tiptoe every day.
I am eager to stay there every day.
She said he just got lost in a distant place.
She said he just got lost in the distance.
He will come to the birch forest one day.
He will definitely come to this birch forest.
Pigeons are still flying in the same gloomy sky
The sky is still gloomy and pigeons are still flying.
Who will prove the love and life without gravel?
Who will prove the love and life without tombstones?
Snowflakes kept falling over the village, as quiet as ever.
The snow is still falling, and the village is still quiet.
Young people hide behind the birch forest.
Young people disappeared into the birch forest.
The long road is coming to an end.
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan.
Snow-white hair fluttered on the once young face.
The girl is already white-haired
She often hears him whisper on her pillow,
She often listens to him calling under the pillow.
"Come on, honey, come to the birch forest."
"Come on, honey, come to this birch forest."
Before she died, she murmured:
When she died, she murmured
"I'm coming, wait for me in the birch forest."
"I'm coming. Wait for me in that birch forest. "