last minute
Midnight. Hong kong,
Let me hold your hand,
Listen to the last minute storm.
Listening to your approaching footsteps,
Listen to the heartbeat and tapping of all China people.
last minute
This is the shape of a flag,
Is the red rising slowly between heaven and earth,
This is the flagpole-the upright backbone of China people.
Is unfolding, the land and sky of Hong Kong,
This is the silence in jubilation,
His trembling lips remained silent,
Who is crying over and over again?
Gently shouted the name:
Hong Kong, Hong Kong, our hearts!
I saw it,
The last wisp of nitrate (xiāo) smoke over Humen
The last moment after a hundred years.
Finally dispersed;
A broken history textbook
On page 1997,
That scar that goes deep into the bone marrow (suǐ),
Blood and knife light have been released.
Inject it into our souls.
When an old yellow treaty quietly fell to the ground,
Emerge from the smoke
The face of the Great Wall, the face with yellow skin,
Slow-moving things-
A hundred years of pain and happiness,
Through these tears,
Let the sea boil!
At this moment,
It's midnight and early morning,
All eyes are brand-new sunrises,
All salutes are the bells of the century.
Hong Kong, let me hold your hand tightly.
Listen to the last minute of wind and rain,
Then run, hug,
Welcome new things
Dew and fragrance
Rooted in the depths of the earth
The first bauhinia flower ...