You are like a mountain flower in the village
Gently blooming in the spring forest
Long road he still marches
I met a mountain flower and silently called its name.
Illustration photo. |
The nine-step staircase tilts
Happy in my own folk song
Why is the poem so heartless?
Just sow sweet melodies in this season, my love
Wine is intoxicating in yeast
Purple sunset on the hillside
The mountain flowers are sparkling, you smile
Lullaby for me lost in the land full of flowers
My village is far away
The flute melody leads our love closer
Distant valley stream murmuring
I thought you - the mountain flower silently called my name.
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