South

Yet you still want to go to the south, the strange south.
Everywhere there are thorns, everywhere there is desolation.
Relentlessly abandoning your homeland.
Also abandoning the girl waiting for you.
I will cut off your dick if you are by my side.
If I bring a sickle, if I bring a crutch.
I will smash your head if I bring a crutch.

Yet you still want to go to the south, the cruel south.
Everywhere there are chimneys, everywhere there are factories.
Relentlessly abandoning your child.
Also abandoning the girl waiting for you.
I will cut off your leg if you are by my side.
If I bring an axe, if I bring a gun.
I will pierce your heart if I bring a gun.

Now who is listening to your vows?
Now who is enjoying your expensive romance?
Have you found your paradise?
How many lies and pity have you received?
Let the north wind tear your clothes.
Let the rain twist your trouser legs.
I will crush your testicles if you are by my side.
If I bring pliers, if I bring scissors.
I will cut my hair short if I bring scissors.

Say how much you like me, how much you love me.
Once you go to the south with a fart, you ignore me.
Do you still remember the crooked-neck tree in front of your house?
The crooked-neck tree with branches bending downward?
Do you still remember the kudzu vine hanging from the tree?
If you dream of a hanged ghost in the south.
Sticking out its tongue and wiping tears.
You don't need to feel ashamed.