Roots

Millennium oak

 

Roots

 

Like the oak with lots of knots and tight growth rings.

You can count over years and years.

Here, the depth of roots is only counted.

A story that has been passed down over the generations.

Can you hear how breathe my country?

The roots grew from the blood spots of your ancestors and got tight into this stone.

Listen, you have a reason, and don't ask how much.

Your worldly goods are here.

Your cradle broke into these rocks.

Don't let your dreams be shattered

with sweet-talking and gentlemanly stories.

You are a cragsman son of a rough mountaineer

Here is your soul in these mountain crags.