In dark night, a little, naive girl smiles

Stepping on her motherland, bright eyes open

She looks around, one new world compiles

Strange yet enchanting feelings awaken

From riding horses in boundless prairie

Wind whispering by her ears: free, roaring

Watching sunset from snow mountain, over there

By the sparkled, untamed river, singing

To traveling afar to the great Qin,

Observing construction of the Great Wall

Visiting prosperous Tang, which had been

Golden age of culture before its fall

Lots have changed, but she still wants to keep on

exploring, like before, by nearing dawn