Standing in front of your grave.
It's raining in Mao Mao.
The wheat seedlings in the field are green,
Cauliflower is yellow,
The big willow tree hangs low at the top of the tree.
As if mourning for you.
The wind is blowing,
That's not the wind,
This is the story of a country.
Tell the history of humiliation and misery.
When the guns sounded on September 18th.
When the gunfire exploded during the July 7th Incident,
It's you and countless you,
Braving the enemy's gunfire,
Waving a broadsword to kill the enemy,
Don't let an inch of land protect your home.
Eight years of anti-Japanese war, blood and fire,
Buried the horse and returned the song.
You and countless you,
today，
Buried quietly in China.
Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day,
Me and countless me,
Never forget,
Remember that history,
Remember the deeds of the martyrs.