For thousands of years,
love lingers with the homeland
Glorious legends bloom
like flowers of heroes
Carrying folk songs across every village
Those folk songs echo through our homeland
There you are, gentle maiden like kind sun
Passing by softly like a drifting stream Through
the fishing net you slip down to the river
Sending your fortune over the voice of home
Who painted autumn and brushed its golden
light Whose secret kiss still lingers on your
aurora's ears The clouds soak at the moon,
flocks of birds
call at dusk Stars in sky you hide,
your sadness in threads
of dreamy sorrow I come seeking you to hear that melody still
full of grace Your rosy hips leave traces carved within
the clouds You pout at the moon,
I command the wind
to cease Stars in sky you hide,
your sadness in tender
wistful dreams
Who painted autumn and brushed its golden light
Whose secret kiss still lingers on your aurora's ears
The clouds soak at the moon,
flocks of birds call at dusk
Stars in sky you hide,
your sadness in threads of dreamy sorrow
I come seeking you to hear that melody still full of grace
Your rosy hips leave traces carved within the clouds
You pout at the moon,
I command the wind to cease
Stars in sky you hide,
your sadness in tender wistful dreams