The sky is blue, there is breadth,
There are stars and moons,
So full moon night looks beautiful.
The depths of the sea,
There are waves and enormity,
So everything can digest,
This is his generosity.
The hills have green forests,
There is patience and there are tears,
That is why everyone calls the cry of the mountain a spring.
The birds have wings, the mouth has songs,
Wandering in the open air,
By exchanging ideas.
Animals have claws, claws,
That is why animal hunting is called violence.
The sun has rays, there is intensity
We call him Intensity.
The moon has a canopy, there is a full moon
He is called softness.
You have form, you have youth,
If everything is over, death.