Seeing the green trees that painted beautiful in my eyes I do not think to be a laughing drug for this eye that always crying miss you ..
The beauty of a tall building made of perfect glass will not be comparable to the beautiful height of your blue mountain.
My village
You are everything in my life
You are the solace of my life who keeps the memory of a cheerful story in my childhood.
My village
Your harvest has turned everyone into a hero for all people even though many people have left you.
My village
Do not you cry because so many people have left you those who have gone someday will come back and live peacefully with you.