While looking down at *a moon village and a sun village,
we covered each other with a blanket that was frayed,
eating a few grains of rice together,
and staying up all night
through a rainstorm and a snow blizzard,
we waited together through the dark night
until the dawn came.
(Translator’s note: A moon village means a place where poor people live and a sun village means the place where rich people live.)
At that time,
even when the broken umbrella had flown away,
we stayed up all night,
sheltering each other’s faces.
Then, the thunder and lightning went away,
the dawn came when the rooster cried cock-a-doodle-doo,
the sun rose from afar,
the rainstorm stopped,
and the brilliant sun shined down.
Now this is a hill where flowers bloom and birds cry.
This must be the place that people speak of when they say that there is happiness over the mountain.
