阮的筆是槍
彈槍毋是因為殘忍
阮的筆是刀
收刀毋是因為軟弱
阮的筆是船桅
佇受威脅的夜海指對
向望的星
聽候風khau來的時
撐開飽腹的船帆
彼，是阮堅持
的力度
阮的筆是翼
歡喜抑悲傷
攏tshuā阮飛轉去
無槍聲嘛無刀影
溫暖恬靜的田園故鄉
Our Pens Are Being Wings
/Tiong-siong Oo
Our pens are being a gun
To fire is not due to cruelty
Our pens are being a knife
To sheathe is not due to weakness
Our pens are being a mast
On the night sea with threats
To point up to the star of wish
And as the wind blows
To make full sail
So that, it is being the power of
Our insisting
Our pens are being wings
Joy or sorrow whenever we meet
They lead us and fly back
To our warm restful homeland
With not any a gun or a knife
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