Me, I have- uh, that's my idol A fruit-bearing tree Because a fruit-bearing tree serves the creator By growing, and by bearing fruits, and by having shade I would love to serve the creator like a tree Because a tree never, never mind if it's black, white, red Uh, yellow people who is under his- its shade And it's also You know, it's also when it has fruit and if- If people are trying to destroy it They still do not stop giving oxygen for humans Even they are- if they are mistreated, they are Always giving, giving, giving They don't mind if you are rich or you are poor If you have one eye or one leg If you look bad or you look good They always serve you, so That's how- that's my idol If- I would love- this lifetime I would love to work on that Like to serve people My own people Like a tree