Look at the old tree in the west how many years have it been carved the brook at the head of the village is full and dry again such as flower appearance but willing to pay the vicissitudes of life love also hurt but still like a stubborn rose bloom she once through the strange world dressed as a man sword make the enemy scared heroes do bow women heroes women not to men the soul of the world the air covers the sky she has also been like water tender feelings has also moved happy blushing cheeks is the horizon of the most beautiful clouds some say she is the most beautiful no strength then let yourself become stronger constantly no position good use of wisdom will let others look up to no money that rely on their own hands to earn in a word strong strong strong