Looking back on the white soldier who had already died, I don't know what year it was.
Their souls tremble,
I will pay attention to your virtue and professionalism.
I approached the place where you fought, and it was surrounded by a silver bag.
Mountains and rivers are faintly visible in the distance, and the heart passes through the song of God.
Your lost life is painted in rows,
Embroidered in the blue sky, spreading flat, making people's hearts jump in nostalgia.
A great nation, with heroes like spring flowers,
Flying clouds are shining with the glory of the country.
You are like burning iron, cold steel,
The god of plague (coronavirus pneumonia-19) came without timidity, shouting and jumping forward.
White soldiers who died for their country,
We praise you and send our greetings.
You brought beautiful spring,
The motherland and people will always miss you.