— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Lee Kuei-shien

I hear your voice in the morning birdsong.

I feel your passion in the noon sunshine.

I see your elegant demeanor in the sunset glow.

Oh, Taiwan, my hometown, my love.

The coasts have your curve.

The waves have your surge.

The clouds have your lightness.

The flowers have your posture.

The leaves have your evergreen.

The woods have your burliness.

The foundations have your sturdiness.

The mountains have your loftiness.

The streams have your meandering.

The rocks have your stoutness.

The roads have your ruggedness.

 Oh, Taiwan, my land, my dream.

In your lung there is my breath.

In your history there is my life.

In your being there is my consciousness.

Oh, Taiwan, my country, my hope.

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(Self-translation from Mandarin)

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