There are no blue sky and white clouds here.
There are no green trees and clear springs here.
There are no flowers and songs here.
There is no wine or food here;
In this dark and narrow alley,
You're the only one around me,
My miner brother.
Pack your bags and embark on this journey,
Abandon all distractions,
We will join hands to create tomorrow;
Never get lost in a strange environment,
Taking pleasure in suffering can add strength to the mind;
Maybe to make a living,
Maybe it's for glory,
But all this,
My respect for you.
A beam of light overhead,
It not only illuminates your feet,
Is the future in our hearts;
We always trust our hands,
We always trust our companions,
Sweating on this black gold,
With our faith,
With our hope,
Continuously deliver industrial food to the motherland.