As dawn breaks, birds sing joyfully on the hillside, and the dew still clings softly to the leaves.
Ah, the early morning sun, the wind is so lovely.
Birds call to each other, birds call to the sky.
Ah, I walk softly, without rushing.
The road opens up at dawn.
Ah, I'll hide it, I'll hide it.
Birds Kissing Hill, the morning slant