Tears of The violin

stole my title!
beh shong you!
haiz...

what I only hope this time is,
my poem is the ordinary one.
won't be chosen anymore,
so that i will not frust and disapointed.

Translate:

THE NATION OF SUN

Look at the land of mine,
from nothing, it was transformed into golden paddy field.
And from a golden paddy field, it was transformed into a metropolis.
Day time, we fight with faith infinity.
On the stage, we fight for the main actor in our play.
At night, we stop the fight.
On the dance floor, we have dance with Happiness.
We develop diligently,
and live colourfully,
because
we are the nation of sun!

Look at the land of mine,
Badly earth-quaked,
Flooded in darkness,
Exploded into ashes,
back to square, haunted, vanity...
It seems like we have nothing.
But, we won't give up!
We will continue to run for our goal move forward,
because
we are the nation of sun!