山不在高， 有仙則名。 水不在深， 有龍則靈。 人在陋室， 有心常應。
間或彈舊琴 ， 唱新聲。
If there is an angel, hills are great.
If there is a dragon, waters are saint.
If there is mind, rooms are echoed.
Branches are crawling into my green window,
Flowers are spreading shadows under the Sun.
An old couple in the Island,
Sweet love under the historical cloud.
Old pianos played and new songs sung.
There is music,
and they would dance.
Friends smile and send a word,
With dancing and singing,
your pleasure are high on the Heaven.