Oh! young man
You are the chosen one who adore your land,
Holds sword called gallant in your hand...
Your spirit serves for glorious terrain,
You will not anxious for awful pain...
You have no chance to gaze for your gorgeous maiden,
Yes! you will not have sorrow for that happen...
You will delight for being the faith of boy,
Since you ignore for your tenuous joys...
Although you sacrifice your blood,sweat and happiness,
You will never reckon that it's sadness...
You have only dignity for your loyalty,
So, you will not betray comrade and majesty...
What a honorable nobility worrier!
We all recognize your proud of worrier,
You gives your entire life with lack of horror..
You seems to myth for ultimate sacrificing,
Although you have no ideas to care mother' hopping...
Only, you minded to triumph combats,
all these are you irreplaceable fact...
what a gallant young man golden worrier!