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
Seeing an ant climing up a message card.
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
My tear had withered, nothing remains
The wind is blowing on the home country