Eternal poems in the fire. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Immortality in the fire-in memory of martyrs "11.27"-1991.1

A night as dark as death

A group of people looking for sunshine

Strive constantly

Like fire.

In order to break the shackles of history

Willing to sit alone in prison

In order to save the suffering motherland

I'd rather be tortured myself.

Unwilling to do

Historical leisure passengers

But to turn yourself into a fire in the furnace

Driving the train of history

Slaughter knife to kill people.

But it can't erase the eternity of truth.

They died for the truth.

Create this rosy landscape all over the sky

Maybe we don't know.

Their English names

But we know

They are the richest.

All they lost was.

-Life

Their spirit

Live in the fire forever!

PS:

I used to think about it as

fire

Represents rebirth

I used to think about it as

fire

Represents the passion of love.

I used to think about it as

fire

Represents the beauty of life

look forward to

、、、、、、、、

this evening

I finally returned to your arms.

Don't ask me.

How many people fell?

Suffer day and night

Don't ask me.

It's the soul of past lives.

Or in this life

The call of blood

I slowly walked in.

The deepest part of the soul

Release my thoughts.

hope

That flame

Put me in it.

Always pursue your dreams in the fire

If there is an afterlife.

I want to be a butterfly.

Let the melody of love

Between heaven and earth

ripple