The moon comes out bright, bright,
I think of my brother in the mountains,
Brother, like the moon, walk in the sky, walk in the sky,
Brother! Brother! brother!
The river at the foot of the mountain is clear.
When the moon comes out, it shines on the slope,
Seeing the moon and thinking of my brother,
A light wind up the slope, up the slope,
Brother! Brother! brother!
Can you hear my sister call me brother.
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