I meet you in September

  The sky of that day is clear blue

  The cloud is pure white that day

    And you just stand beside me

    Falling leaves of August jiggling the water in the bottle

    However, your eyes still stay for all as usual, without a change

  Your soul in July is destined to walk alone, brave and unswerving

  There is a rare  rain in June

  In May, flowers are blooming and sunshine always with you

  Apirl is full of fragrance, carrying with the glory of March

  While you are in February waving to me

You  alone in one city

Another you iron man is remembered forever

The wind and snow of February can hardly disturb your heart

The winter jasmine of March cannot trouble you

In Apirl, sights and sounds of spring against day of May

June comes as expected

Who is waiting for you in July

And who are you waiting for in August

I meet you in Septemper

It ever said that country nearly in the heavy rain

But now the Divine Land has been prosperous for a long time

It ever said sick man of East Asia

But now we stand towering like a giant in the world