Twenty-eight years later, I was overjoyed.
28 years later.
We sing together.
The song is the blue wind.
Ripples of memories
Singing is white wings.
Cheer up our hearts.
Singing is a red flag that guides us.
Strut towards a golden tomorrow.
The last romance of the years, Liu Jin
The last romance, the last romance.
Twenty-eight years passed by in a hurry.
Now take a step from the beginning.
When catkins fly all over the sky
Spread out a piece of white again.
This is a blank sheet of paper.
This is a white starting line.
The mountains of the motherland are calling.
The water of the motherland is waiting.
The tall buildings in the motherland will soar into the sky.
The factories of the motherland will leap forward.
Let's hold our heads high and sing outside the sky.
Let's embark on a new journey
Step on the thunder.
Run to vilen full of flowers.
Run to another golden times. ...