On the invisible battlefield,
We,
With a smile and enthusiasm,
Let life go on,
Let the sun shine all over the world.
In every swamp of ideas,
We,
Warm embrace,
Let the heart not dry up,
Let the eyes no longer be confused.
The ticking of the injection,
There are a pair of bright eyes in the back.
White woven lights in the ward,
It always embodies the purity of the soul.
In the long river of years,
How many people have enjoyed our beautiful images,
In the noisy times,
How many people get peace from us.
We love our children,
But I prefer to hear the newborn crying.
We care about our families,
But patients always get more love from here.
Bethune is our guide,
Nightingale is our colleague,
Humanism is our backing,
It is our habit to spread love and beauty.
We,
Like flowers in a deep valley,
Natural, pure and noble.
Never miss the vanity of neon lights,
Or indulge in the arms of your lover,
Because we know,
Only the hospital is our paradise.
In a white hospital bed,
Everyone is so weak,
No matter how high or low, no matter how old or young,
We are willing to melt our hearts as soft as rain with spring breeze.
Erase all kinds of sadness in the world.