台湾

The Taiwan Orphan is crying in the wind

His yellow face is covered with red mire

His black eyes is filled with white fear

The West wind is singing a sad song in the East

No one is willing to play a fair game with you

Everybody wants to take away Your favorite toys My dear child Why are you crying?

How many have been pursuing to solve this unanswerable question?

How many have been sighing hopelessly in midnight

How many tears have been wiped off in silence

My dear mother Why is this so?