Stranger in strange land, alone I stay;
I get more homesick every festive day.
Brothers climbing a hill afar I see,
They all wear a dogwood spray but me
Step by step, finally we step on the peak.
The red sun swims in the cloud sea and the beautiful landscape are all in my eyes.
Ranges of mountains roll up and down and peaks all rise to the sky.
Highrises tempt to compare height with peeks, rising high to the air.
