I kiss the tombstone and say goodbye to the past, say goodbye to the autumn wind, and say goodbye to this long night.
I spread my hands and let the autumn wind blow by, let it tell my sorrow, let it take away the last bit of my soul
I sleep with them, under the sycamore tree, quietly listening to the concerto of the wind and the birds.
Intention: Why do I always have tears in my eyes? It's because I love this land deeply.