One voice was heard when I was roving behind the fold,
Prevailing, proclaiming how the meaning of life is cold.
Though centuries fade away and ancestors have forgotten,
Still their fortitude will burnish though for you it is rotten.
They are still here, invisible soul of the dead unseen.
Just like a lamb that is in the middle of the delicate scene.

Though season changes your qualities and attitude, oh! My pitied comrade;
I’m hoping that someday you will think of changing, the dangerous flag of low red.
It is experience, which is the capital of the noble old – fashioned.
Who never doubt of facing the ordeal of compassion.
History is the caused why ancestor is indeed a model hero.
And modernization is the caused why youth keep trying to catch the burning arrow.

In possessions and wealth, they are lacking, but in love, they are winning.
Unlike you who is prosperous, but camaraderie is gradually losing.
Though ignorance is what fate takes them, and education is what you received.
Thank God! For they are here to take good care of the snakes to relieve!
Now antecedent is simply a legendary warrior, who made their life definitely worth.
Unlike you who is still alive, but slowly dying in forgetting the right path to north.