Raindrops beat the ripples of the happy sea.
A flower, a wish,
A flower greets each other,
Rest in peace, martyr.
The beautiful blue flowers are full of our praise.
It is accompanied by the loyal souls of martyrs.
Keep a low profile,
Recalling the great achievements of the martyrs,
Focus on heavy feelings,
Show my sincere respect.
The martyrs of Song Qing and Cui Baili rest in peace.
In Tomb-Sweeping Day, we shed our deep thoughts.
Under the high memorial tower, we sang a solemn oath.
Immortality, people's hero!
How I want to,
How I want to give birth to the wings of Lingyun-fly to the sky,
Visit your loyal soul,
Listen to your affectionate teachings again,
Look at your determined eyes again;
How I wish,
I hope it's Wugang in Na Yue-the best wine.
Let you meet ... but we only have sad songs,
Can be blown into the sky.
We only have this poem of mourning,
Can be provided in front of your soul.
How many times have I walked under the knife,
You stand like a giant.
How many times in the face of stormy waves,
You are as strong as a rock.
The people have turned over,
You spilled blood on the battlefield.
The motherland was liberated,
Your indomitable will is higher.
In order to deeply mourn,
Pine branches and flowers on the highest peak,
Collected and woven into a pious wreath,
Our hearts,
Can't hold on to this great pain.
Glittering tears,
It spewed out like a clear spring.
Rest in peace, people hero!
You wrote an immortal chapter in the history books.
Your tall statue,
Erect in the most sacred place in our hearts.
Rest in peace, people hero!
Your brilliant career,
Will always be sung by future generations.
As long as the sun shines on this earth,
Your immortal names,
Will soar high in the stubborn sky!
Rest in peace, martyrs!
Rest in peace, people hero!