That was a hot summer day A road white brilliantly far away, Yet my home country were weeping 'Cause you returned home in dying You were sleeping under the new tomb
I was among tombs in the graveyard,
Flowers were trembling in heat waves The sky suddenly broke down over wives Let make the dead to have lasting sleep
I wonder if you did sing the old song "That mountain where I drove off the rabbit, That river where I fished the crucian carp" Long ago, although we left from the habit. I'll now sing the nostalgic song with a harp
The dreams gone gone away with you. Youth left, but only sorrow remains I grew old, ha ha, very old; missed you.
The wind is blowing on the home country.
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