Lying in your arms, I'm not afraid to leave you. I'm not afraid when I'm by your side. I didn't feel anything when I witnessed your glory. I feel nothing when I look forward to my relatives, but I am used to whispering. I don't feel anything in the face of the five rings. Your voice is the loudest motherland. It's big, really big. I can't even hold my motherland in my dream. It's raining or the wind that I can hold in my heart. My children are hugging each other under the eaves. There are far and near. I'm afraid to stay with you. I didn't know your great motherland until I witnessed your glory. It is true that you are big, poor and rich. You are my home forever, smiling in pain. You are my favorite mother, rich or poor. You are my home forever.