Breeze blowing in the face of the quiet village
There's an old man there. He's looking at the distance
The car stopped on the side of the road in the endless field
Blue sky my beloved girl
Quiet singing, quiet appreciation
The melody of nature is rippling in my ears
The rustle of swaying flowers
So natural, so peaceful
Let's sing in the wind
In this vast expanse of soil
Let's dance under the blue sky
Singing a song, no pain, no sorrow
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