Just by calling His name A wave of joy surges in our hearts. Living while following the world’s greatest leader Fills the whole people with pride.

The building towered high.

A bountiful era, like a golden autumn An era laden with the fruits of creation The towers of Juche's triumphs soar to the sky Showcasing the majestic might of our prosperous and powerful socialist country

As I looked outside the airplane window, the people became dots, and the dots vanished in turn. The higher I rose into the skies, the greater the melancholy I was drowning in.

a gushing spring