The Rising Sun of Ours-Folk Song by Li Tai-Hsiang (晨光(你我擁抱的旭日)-李泰祥)
I. Lyrics (translated from Chinese)
The morning light …….an explosively brilliant needle.
Ah…………………………
It is you at the end of the road,
Running to my open arms,
With the shirt of wind draped over your shoulders, the tight shirt of wind.
Let go of the cloud, let go of the shirt.
Let the uncovered sun ………ah……
To catch morning dew
Dala…..
With the shirt of wind draped over your shoulders, the tight shirt of wind.
We have no cares and set grasslands to be our bed.
Let the newborn nude…..ah,
To catch the rising sun hugged by us.