The sky is too big
I chose only
That small slice over my head
The rivers are too many
I choose only
That nameless one
Which runs through
My native place
Among all the people
Living here
I choose only
A man named Azheng Wujin
To be my father
A woman named Che'er Lamu
To be my mother
No matter where I go
The sole mountain at my back
Takes its name:
Sibu-jiong
In my arms
I only hold
A village named Guoliu
