03-13-2007, 06:48 PM
Ancient joy and hope never die
All are preoccupied in our brave soil
The beauty we see in the uppermost sky
The beauty we cherish in our deep soil never die.
The goal of immortality is not what we ask for
The immortality of the flame will not vanish
We will remain secluded in our dream.
All are preoccupied in our brave soil
The beauty we see in the uppermost sky
The beauty we cherish in our deep soil never die.
The goal of immortality is not what we ask for
The immortality of the flame will not vanish
We will remain secluded in our dream.