You and I
are standing on the steep
mountain slope.
Your roots cover the
top of my foot.
My arm is draped
over your shoulder.
Let’s go forward and
beat this hard life.

When the cold sky
snows, you stand
as a white-haired old man.
If it rains again,
you come back as a fresh
boy and girl,
and lets sing a love song
together,
standing greenly
at the mountain slope.