The Forbidden City grabbed the hem of my clothes,
They are not letting go.
The voice of the last emperor’s misfortune
It was echoing.
In the back roads of history
In a deep sleep
Hiding glorious aspirations and pride,
It is only silent.
‘If you can’t climb the wall, you’re not a bookkeeper’
Literally, China’s greatness and sophistication,
The temple bows its head
It was clearly the greatest masterpiece on earth created by man.
Challenging the enormous limits of human beings
Even the mystery of an indomitable spirit,
That spirit of challenge is truly great.
It can be said that it is China’s pride.
The big yellow dragon that was cowering
Wandering in Tiananmen Square,
With the spirit of the continent to command again
It is slowly wriggling.
Conforming to the Heavenly Principles and Providence
Keeping loyalty and faith
In front of the blood-boiling tribute of humanity
There were no heroes or adults.
Becoming a silent guest in the Spring and Autumn Warring States period
My heart is picking up China one by one,
Breaking down the walls of ideas and ideologies
I’m looking for one of the two.
A dream of a lot of power
Before I knew it, it came into me.
He was talking about China.
The Pentateuch will last forever…