Flow over here, flow over there,
Leave your homeland,
Flow by following the wind,
Flow up to the sky,
go through the clouds, and go through the birds,
Flow over the road, the street and the city,
Flow to the other land, and rebirth again.
When meets with the rain,
It thanks for the rain to irrigate
When meets with the hurricanes,
All come together to resist.
When meets with the storms,
It holds the roots tightly.
It always makes unremitting efforts to be stronger,
Now it leaves its homeland, flow away again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jenkin, It is a good piece with meaningful thoughts, I like it.