"Solemnity" (When the Call Comes) 2004.12
Praise sometimes does not require singing
Just listen with your heart
For every soldier
Silence
is a wordless but firm belief
Devotion
It is a duty that has no choice
I stood
The silence was from my back
Not from my heart
What was rushing in my chest
was the expectation for the moment when the call came
On my broad back
Only the sacred instructions
This is not my fault
Because I am a soldier
< p>You must have a pair of eyes that always look forwardI am the corner of the military flag
The silent fire
It is the sun that lurks in the motherland In the Pocket
Light and Heat
"You Can't Put Down Your Hands" 2005.01
You dip your fingers in time
p>Light up the dawn and the night
The tunnel of life
Some is narrow and some is wide
Who makes you fall deeply into the darkness
< p>Under the sunThe bright red blood is not dry
The entangled grievances
The hand that makes you shake the olive branch
Always Can't let it go
Wind
Blow it up
Shake my dull eyes
Into two sparkling streams< /p>
I will use the kindness you bestow
on my fingers
dip time
and light it as a torch
Bright and clear
It is the light of blood
Coming and going
It is the warmth of the heart
"Wait for me, I will come back》2005.07
Wait for me
I will come back
But you have to wait painfully
Wait until the sorrow The harsh rain
brings you sadness
Wait until the snow falls
Wait until the heat is unbearable
Wait until others no longer look forward to your loved ones
Everything in the past
Throw it aside
Wait until the distant hometown
No more letters from home
Waiting for those who are waiting together
Disheartened
Already tired
Wait for me
I will Come back
Don’t wish those people peace
They keep saying
Forget it
It’s in vain to wait
< p>Even if my beloved son and loving mother think that I am no longer aliveEven if my friends are tired of waiting
Sitting around the fire
< p>Sip the bitter wineRemember the souls of the dead
You have to wait
Don’t be busy raising the wine cup with them< /p>
Wait for me
I will come back
The God of Death has been thwarted by me time and time again
Let those who have never waited for me
p>
Say I was lucky
Surprised
Those who have not waited will not understand
Thanks to your hard waiting
On the battlefield under heavy gunfire
It was you who saved me from death
How I escaped death
Only you and The two of us understand
Just because we are different from others
You are good at waiting patiently
"Rush, Rush" 2005.08
Charge! Rush forward!
Desperately settling accounts with the enemy;
The cities and hills are in ruins, and the lives are in ruins
Women are humiliated, and their families are torn apart,
Which one is not The work of evil enemies!
Come on! Rush forward!
Justice and violence confront each other,
give up your confidence and make a brave decision
Use your heroic body to protect your motherland
.
Come on! Rush forward!
There is a bright fire ahead.
Trapped the enemy firmly and don’t let him escape
Kill him if he gets close
Give him a shot from afar
The whole world is waiting to watch
See the final battle between our enemies.
"Dawn" 2007.08
Wearing the robe of war
Thorns are the corolla of warriors
Separating the barriers of the dark night
Lightning desire
Condensed into the figure of a winner
Courage and blood
Loyalty and devotion
Echoing With the excitement of the horn
Burst out the magnificence of life
Charge to meet the new dawn
"Gun" 2008.01
A gun , how much does it weigh?
It cannot be measured or weighed.
The sea is its barrel, the mountains are its crosshairs,
the stars are its bullets, and thunder and lightning are its roars.
The gun - as important as the motherland
The soldier holds it tightly in his hand.
I'm sorry, baby
I'm sorry, baby, it's not that I miss you. I was in the queue and the bugle was sounding.
The waves ahead are surging, and there are also strong winds and rains. Peace is on our shoulders, and our mission is deep in our hearts.
I'm sorry, baby, it's not that I don't understand you. I'm in the queue, and the drums of war are making people anxious.
The black clouds are full of evil spirits, and the waves are tight and evil spirits are crying. The hero sheds his courage, and the sea waves wave the thunderbolt.
I’m sorry, baby, I really love you. I was in the queue, singing Iron Hoof.
The passion is short before the flowers, but the ambition is rare under the moon. Youth is the right time, and loyalty reflects the military flag.
(Excerpted from "World Military"