歌词翻译 (English)
The Orphan of Asia
Weeping in the wind, the orphan of Asia
There is scarlet sludge on his yellowish face
There is White Terror in his dark pupils
And there is West Wind whistling the sad song in the East
Weeping in the wind, the orphan of Asia
No one ever wants to play with you, if for a fair game
But everyone wants to grab your toy beloved
O dear child, you are shedding tears for what
Many are pursuing the question without an answer
Many sighs in the night without being heard
And many tears dried, with mouths sealed
O dear ma, who made these rules for them