In the concrete forest, I heard
The breath of the field is drifting away
Those emerald green dreams are swallowed up by tall buildings
The golden waves of wheat can only sway in memory now
The roar of the machine drowned out the singing of frogs and insects
The long howl of the chimney replaced the piccolo of the shepherd boy
Our home is changing
Those old ballads are no longer sung
The lights of the city shine with a cold glow
The night sky that doesn't light up the countryside, those stars
Forgotten, in the sea of neon
We chase the speed and lose our direction
The children no longer recognize the paddy and ears of wheat
Their childhood, without the fragrance of the earth
Those old stories, drifting away in the wind
The vanishing fields can only be imagined in the picture book
I stood on this bustling street and felt lonely
The quiet field in my heart is nowhere to be found
We weave the future with data, but we forget
Those lands that sow hope and reap dreams
Please tell me if the price of progress is worth it
Are we willing to exchange everything for it?
A tomorrow without green?
In this vanishing field, I hear
The sigh of the ancestors, and the call of the future
Let's stop and look back at that land
Between machine and nature, find a balance
Let us remember those fields that nourish our lives
On the road to urbanization, leave a piece of green
This is a nostalgia for the past and a prayer for the future
May we not forget our original intention on the road of development
May the vanished field be in our hearts
Grow forever, never fade.
