Sad tears, sad and sad, crying alone.
The demonic burning of the blood-red mandala, the youth in the secret.
The blood feud of the country's subjugation is etched in my heart.
Singing and dancing, smiling all over the city.
Finally,
The deep hatred turned into a lifelong relationship.
Hesitating,
A little bit of lovesickness, a little bit of heartbeat, erasing all deep hatred.
Whether you hate it or love it,
I bear the burden of the whole world and accompany you to watch the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds roll and relax.