I go up slowly the hills at nights.
Hitting the cheeks, the mild wind blows.
Along the hillside, turn off the lights.
Under the far away, the river flows.
Along the river, the road-lights twinkle,
And look like the endless milky way.
On the bank, a car is rushing in a twinkle
And fade out to the darkness along the way.
In the sky, the pinwheel-like stars round the pole.
In dark, the river flows the time.
In the morn, the sun rises for doin\' his role,
Again, people\'ll wake up and go as the chime.
Twenty thousand years the river
Flows with the people who live in by,
Henceforth, for long, it\'ll be together
With the sons who are and to be, nearby.