What do you want in the long night?
It is too late for Han Yin to bow his head.
Scratching your head and wandering increases your sense of shame,
Calm your heart, be firm and don't hesitate.
Security depends on now,
Blood and tears will tear this place apart.
Don't say the road is hard, the time is long.
It's dawn at the corner of crow forest.
Tonight. Turn the page 67 of history.
We should remember the bitter cold and eventful autumn.
Along the stormy red track
A cry like an iron horse.
Started sprouting next to my eardrum.
At that time, the sky had not woken up.
The land at that time was full of scars.
At that time, there was only numbness on my face.
Wandering on the brink of national subjugation and extinction
Born? Die? Is it? Fight?
My dearest brothers and sisters
With the attitude of pioneers and tragic breath
Ask the soul
From Beiping, Tianjin and Northeast China.
From a young heart
It thundered all night.
Through countless fiery chests
People who don't want to be slaves
Get up-get up-stand up
Can you see the magma surging underground?
Eternity shows a solemn oath: give me back my rivers and mountains.
In this country where the sun rises.
A pious baptism about blood and fire
Sublimate! ! !
The great god sharpened his sword.
Create a towering monument with green blood.
Wind of history
Blow over 66 pages of calendar
That cold day
Start a life.
Deduct it in my eyes
Snowflakes are no longer white.
That cold winter
There is only one kind
Jin Ge's cry is like an iron horse.
Deprived this ancient country
Thick coat
Show one's scarred body
a drop of blood
Splash on my forehead
Burn one
A deep imprint
Time is like the north wind.
roared past
That day has passed.
But the shoulders of reality.
Can you stand it?
Those once boiling passions
The days go on.
On the back of the century
Gaze quietly
outside the window
Sunshine tenderness
Touch the earth
I just don't know that in its memory.
the other day
Is it like a sculpture?
Standing forever