Crush a stone
And the roof of Qiangzhai.
In compressed air
Accompanied by the sound of' bone tearing'
land subsidence
Buried path
Bury the home where you live
Buried innocent eyes.
Buried those kind souls
Rain is coming.
weep
Blood is flowing.
The whole nation is in mourning.
Flowing with the unyielding will of the nation
The wind is blowing.
Blow from Tang poetry and Song poetry
Blow out from the throat of Qiangdi
Blowing from the northwest plateau of Sichuan
That sad question about heaven.
That song is heroic and tragic.
A series of shrill cries
Since ancient times
To the unknown future
My dear fellow citizens.
I suffocated in this sad air.
I believe that blood can work miracles.
Even if there is only a glimmer of hope
The whole world is waiting for you.
We won't cry easily.
We pray for you.
We live and die together.
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