Far form my mother love;
Want to do some in city,
Leave the village where born;
With great expectation.

Some false promise,
Bound me in trouble
No way open for me,
To overcome form here.

Is this revenge of,
Breaking her soft heart;
Leave the nice village,
With a sweeten word.

Missed the mild wind,
Arise form dark blue river.
Sweet natural music,
Of the green dancing forest.

Oh, god hear my pray,
Help me to overcome;
Release me form there,
To back my sweet village.