Beneath this earth, lonely life is budding, rising high to touch the sky.

Spreading all its roots of solidity, promising never to loosen the grip on its land.

It was growing alone, just like the man standing for his family alone

Lone like a wolf, fiercely heading towards the goal.

Just like the roots of the tree, the man of the family and howling wolf

Stick to the continuity beneath this earth,

And this is the substantial path of triumph to the, HORIZON