See that girl from the village
Her name is Yang Il Lae
She walks awhile down a narrow mountain valley
On the road to school
The journey is far, and on the way
She finds love
Labors to live
And has a baby boy
Spots on her face come into sight
Once black hair turns white
Life’s turning
Yet still learning
On that road to school
Then one morning she’s holding her granddaughter’s hand on her school’s first day
Carrying on her back, a backpack and time that flew away
Finally, she has arrived
from that road to school
See that girl from the village
Her road has come to an end
She walks on, slightly bent
Going home on the road from school