That's better to go back to my country;
Where the king of season still appears,
With the melody,khu-khu of cuckoos,
And with the smell of colourful flowers.
That's better to go back to my country;
Where the season of crops still comes,
With enchanting green pady plants,
And with the joy of peasants.
That's better to go back to my motherland;
Where the season,Autumn still appears,
With heavy mist and fogs,
And with the pearls like dew drops on leaves and grass.