As the sky opens its closed door,
yearning, we come and release our green dyes
onto your soft open hand like the river hill

Waving outstretched hands endlessly,
everywhere

My heart shakes
though the wind stops,
and suddenly waves as a golden stream

In the hills of May,
yearning, the sorrowful people
come from severe thirst,
with flowing tears like flower pellets

Outside of the village,
people only look to the field of rape flowers
and golden sands

During the day,
the light of stars blossom on the ground.
During the night,
a halo of flowers blossom in the sky.

Because I couldn’t forget,
waving outstretched hands endlessly,
everywhere

My heart shakes
though the wind stops,
and suddenly waves as a golden stream