I am a feather on you

You're pitch black,

I became black feathers

You're bright,

I became snow-white feathers

If you leave me, I will become a wandering feather

Looking around, there is no place for me in Haina

I leave you,

Will you be in pain too

And will there be tears

I heard your wailing

It was the night the hunter ripped me off you

The sound of your tearing makes me unable to settle down

Echoing in the valley all night

And then through my eardrums

Or do you just feel the pain and feel the pain?

I don't know, I don't know all this

So I'm confused

So I'm angry

You don't know what you want, and you don't know where to fly

So I am the Wanderer, the Wanderer

It can be found by you at dawn, and you will be found when the flowers bloom

I look forward to being picked up by you in the fall.

But I'm waiting, waiting, waiting

Still no news from you

Countless hard nights I dreamed of, dreamed of returning to you

I put on my national costume

Bring my hero belt

Stand in the most conspicuous place so that you can see me, and then praise me

I looked at my outfit triumphantly

Look at my people

Sing my folk songs

Singing and singing I woke up

It turned out to be a dream, and I haven't returned to you yet

I was on a deserted cliff, on a bare plane tree

The wasteland here is uncultivated

The branches are sparse

No bridges, no roads

There is a village looming behind the cliffs on the opposite bank

So, I tried my best to float and float

Luckily, I'm relatively light

In a few moments, I was violently blown to the opposite shore by a gust of wind

I looked around and saw a group of children, and a few old people

I asked them, what about young people? They saw me in trepidation

How does a feather speak?

So they all ran back, behind the rocks, into the well

I can't find it

Fortunately, those old people are in their prime

I want to run, but I can't

I dropped on her crutches

Gently, gently stroke it

It's like I'm touching my nation