To you of the "City Beautician"
You are an ordinary sanitation worker
Busy with the streets of the city every day
Like orange-red nameless flowers
Blooms in every corner of the city
Noble people pass by your side
Always throwing casual glances at you
There are only silent street trees and stubborn street lamps
Only then do you know how to communicate with you deeply and appreciate each other
You always greet the first rays of the morning light
Watch the sunset disappear into the sky
Day after day, year after year
Lonely and persistent figure
Always show up where it's needed most
Whether it's the heat or the frost and snow
You're always on the front lines
Spring picking up fallen flowers and autumn sweeping leaves
Wash the dust in summer and remove snow in winter
Rain or shine, day and night
There is no stopping all year round
Keep one side of the road clean
Keep the cycle of reincarnation, sun and moon
Maybe you also had an unforgettable love
In the end, it lost to the "humble and lowly" of identity.
Or the chai rice oil and salt that are lost in life
The wind has blown away the broken stream of years like a flower
Whether it's in your deepest memory
There are still the most beautiful old films
You are so inconspicuous in the materialistic current
Ordinary and ordinary have become your labels
Fashion has nothing to do with you
Nobility has nothing to do with you
Although you are at the bottom and edge of society
But you always have a belief in your heart
Even if the work is boring and the salary is meager
Also with diligent hands and hard sweat
Beautify our urban home
Silent dedication, no complaints, no regrets
