我的双手紧握着遥远的诗歌，

赞颂着那逝去的古国。

愿我手中之力能抵达天际，

将那永恒的史诗描绘。

落日的余晖照耀远古的遗迹，

对高天的追忆是人们万年的梦想。

愿这双手能描绘出灵魂的诗篇，

将那遥远的记忆谱写成诗。

My hands hold the remote poems,

sing the praises for the destroied acient kindom.

I hope the power in my hands can reach the sky,

depict the eternal epics.

The magnificent effulgence of the sunset shining on the antiquity relics, 

pursue the heaven is the dreams of humans for more than ten thousands years.

I wish both hands of mine can describe the poetry of soul,

compose the far away memories become poems.