Close the book and go to the army
Just enough weight is not good at all
And the height of the tattoo is almost every head
Like young friends of the same age

Fold the book, I'm in the fire area
Keeping the promise to return home
Take care of your busy life with your loved ones
And fulfill the passions of youth

Close the book...slow sigh
Far away from the phoenix...sad.... just opened a blue bud
Baby birds chirping on the branches
We stand alone..we are fragile carrying memories

Close the book.. I'm on my way to find
The pink sun of the truth of freedom
Keep the border .. keep the white shirt of the students
May the country become more and more beautiful