Wear the waist of the mountain people through the black bridge The sea wind in his long black hair Flashing black Fleeing into the dusk as bats Go back hair of the mountain people Baron of the egret, flying sky A white feather falls A stem of my hair Fall into the bronze mirror The evening was the barber in the bridge My black hair to the flame burning A stem of my hair Integration into the bronze mirror And I walk alone In between mountains and sea unhindered Hong Kong in the mountains outside Spring, the forest department in the black The moment when the blind bat Dawn of the sea flowing Ships loaded with love