Like a wild goose,
Singing enthusiastically,
From the desolate desert,
Across the Wan Li sky,
Come to the team with a vivid smell of gunpowder.
I'm coming.
Flowing from Xiangshan valley
Cold spring,
Jump over rocks, over dams,
Cross the river, cross the river,
Run towards the vast
A rough sea.
I'm coming.
Like a vagrant,
Through the road of hunger and cold,
On the road of persecution,
Beyond insult and cruelty
The dangerous road is paved,
With a handful of bitter tears.
Throw yourself into the arms of a loving mother ...
I'm coming.
With a long acacia,
Long-term love
I'm coming.
With silent pride,
And unstoppable laughter from the bottom of my heart ...
I'm coming!