The sound of the piano breaks the heart, makes ripples, and makes you cry and complain...
I will take out this Paulownia piano for you again
I played so hard again
If this string sound sends a feeling
The North Star where you are echoes in the distance----
You are the one who unshackles my ankles
When I was playing the piano for the king, I turned around and saw you
You who fed me that spoonful of hot porridge
You who are listening to me practice music outside the door——
The king released me and returned to my homeland alone
I carried the piano on my back and looked back to the palace step by step.
I compose the music of joy and sorrow and play it for you
Only then can I feel sad about why I can't help myself.