About the village…

About the village to raise the alluvial dream
Rain and lightning passed through the fields
Reed branch draws smoke ring
Moonlight waters the mustard greens soaked in the night

Back to the village to listen to the gentle rain
Green moss on the steps of areca flowers
Fragrance follows silk dress across bridge
Where does the moon go when it wears its bodice in spring?

About the village of migratory bird carving
Straw follows the season of tireless walking
The road of life is full of dust and wind.
The well in the countryside is filled with fragrant jasmine flowers waiting for us.

Back to the village harvesting the wind from the distant fields
Scarecrow's eyes watch the vast sky
Silver shirt and silver hat
All my life, my mother's heart never leaves the countryside.

About the village lost on the dike
Human voice echoes among folk songs
Who dreams of a rich city
Will the lullaby of the homeland still exist in the future…?