門前in front of the door 我多麼希望，有一個門口 早晨，Sunny照在草上how I wish, to have a doorin the morning, the sunlights shine on the grasses我們站著 扶著自己的門扇 門很低，但太陽是明亮的 we standupon the doorlow the door is, but the sun shines草在結它的種子 風在搖它的葉子 我們站著，不說話 就十分美好the grass is seedingthe wind is waving its leaveswe just stand, without saying anythingeverything is fine有門，不用開開 是我們的，就十分美好 having a door, don"t need to open itit belongs to useverything is fine早晨，黑夜還要流浪 我們把六絃琴交給他 我們不走了in the morning, the dark keeps on travellingwe send him the guitarwe stop moving我們需要土地 需要永不毀滅的土地 我們要乘著它 度過一生we need a landan indestructible landwe need to board on itspending our lifetime土地是粗糙的，有時狹隘 然而，它有歷史 有一份天空，一份月亮 一份露水和早晨 the land is rough, sometimes narrowbut, it has a historya sky, a moona dewdrop, as well as a morning我們愛土地 我們站著 用木鞋挖著泥土 門也曬熱了 我們輕輕靠著，十分美好 we love the landwe standdigging the earth with the sabotsthe door is warmed up by the sunwe lie on each other slightlyeverything is fine牆後的草 不會再長大了，它只用指 尖，觸了觸Sunnythe grass behind the wallhas stopped growing up,touching the sunlightwith its fingertip
門前in front of the door 我多麼希望，有一個門口 早晨，Sunny照在草上how I wish, to have a doorin the morning, the sunlights shine on the grasses我們站著 扶著自己的門扇 門很低，但太陽是明亮的 we standupon the doorlow the door is, but the sun shines草在結它的種子 風在搖它的葉子 我們站著，不說話 就十分美好the grass is seedingthe wind is waving its leaveswe just stand, without saying anythingeverything is fine有門，不用開開 是我們的，就十分美好 having a door, don"t need to open itit belongs to useverything is fine早晨，黑夜還要流浪 我們把六絃琴交給他 我們不走了in the morning, the dark keeps on travellingwe send him the guitarwe stop moving我們需要土地 需要永不毀滅的土地 我們要乘著它 度過一生we need a landan indestructible landwe need to board on itspending our lifetime土地是粗糙的，有時狹隘 然而，它有歷史 有一份天空，一份月亮 一份露水和早晨 the land is rough, sometimes narrowbut, it has a historya sky, a moona dewdrop, as well as a morning我們愛土地 我們站著 用木鞋挖著泥土 門也曬熱了 我們輕輕靠著，十分美好 we love the landwe standdigging the earth with the sabotsthe door is warmed up by the sunwe lie on each other slightlyeverything is fine牆後的草 不會再長大了，它只用指 尖，觸了觸Sunnythe grass behind the wallhas stopped growing up,touching the sunlightwith its fingertip