Spring, the resurrection of all ten Hai Zi On the bright scenery This brutal and sad laugh Hai Zi You sleep in the end so long for what? Spring, roaring low over ten Haizi You and me dancing around, singing Random pull your black hair and ride you flew away, dusty You are split diffuse pain in the earth In the spring, savage revenge Haizi This one got left, the last This is the son of the night, immersed in the winter, go for death Unable to extricate themselves, and love the village empty and cold Where the grain piled high, covered the window While half of their family of six people in the mouth, eating and stomach Half used for agriculture, their own breeding West winds blowing from the east, blown south from the north, ignoring the night and dawn You say what is the meaning of the dawn