Separated by mountains, mountains and rocks,
Folk songs came in bursts.
Only songs are the best in the mountains.
You have to let me sing this song.
Singing bees picking flowers.
Separated by mountains, mountains and rocks,
Singing folk songs is full of emotion.
Now everyone can sing,
Sing a folk song. I'll talk to you.
Sing ten once.
Separated by mountains, mountains and rocks,
I'm glad to hear folk songs.
The cuckoo who climbed on the yellow kite,
The cowherd came only for the Weaver Girl.
Not a confidant.
Separated by mountains, mountains and rocks,
Set a precept for your bosom friend.
Not because cuckoos can't talk,
A yellow kite won't open its mouth until it comes.
Folk songs have feelings to fly over.