The cool eyes are smiling, and the eyes are raised with sadness, and I share the beauty with you; the little clusters of flowers are smiling, and the rotten trees are looking at them, admiring them with you; the villages are smiling, the men farming and the women weaving, working together with you; the edge of the cliff is smiling, chatting in the morning and evening, and living with you; the tender heart is smiling, talking to heaven and earth, sleeping with you.