When the world becomes silent
Our thumbs up slowly
When the surrounding environment becomes noisy and noisier
Our feet can’t help but weigh up
When green and red attract each other
We dance on land
When pink and blue are written into a text
We performed wonderfully under the sea
Twelve o’clock is a solemn ceremony we all share
And the bells would run back and forth in our ears
When the rooster starts his busy day
The road under our feet is an imprint that we can’t finish
When the hot glutinous rice balls and dumplings are sitting on the dining table
The cold days gradually leave their bodies
When the red firecrackers and lanterns are floating together
The symbols of the call draw closer to their destiny
Family and friends together
we need to live in harmony
Strangers and Enemies not together
We need solidarity
Towards an era of prosperity
Looking back on the old days
We pass on from generation to generation
We are eternal
“Me And You On Sunday”
