Wait for a sound
Sing the songs of the May 4th Movement.
However, not many people will remember that moment 83 years ago.
at present
Spring breeze brings the growth of grass and the flight of warblers, and the waves of green banks and willows.
Spring breeze is warm, which brings the prosperity of the earth and the blooming of flowers.
Just for this moment, our hearts are surging and our hearts are surging.
Just for this moment, our thoughts are surging and our passion is flying.
Along the corridor of history
The glorious course is full of ups and downs.
Span a year
The colorful wings of youth soar in the wind
87 years of hard work and vicissitudes.
In 1987, the stars changed, but our ambition remained unchanged.
We are young—
Dreams are always on your shoulders.
We are young—
Happiness is always in the bag.
Because the torch of that spirit broke through the clouds and burned the boundless expanse.
Because the banner of thought is devastating, flying in the wind.
This festival every year.
We have charm, but no honor.
This time of year.
We sang with great momentum and great pride.
Singing and laughing
Glory and dream
Like a bright spring.
Sprinkle it on us
The Propaganda and Narration of the May 4th Movement
Does anyone remember?
I remember those days full of courage and progress.
The soul of enthusiastic youth.
The days we live are covered with blood and resistance.
Far away, far away.
May Fourth Movement
No one, not many people think of you, but
Don't need anyone to commemorate.
You opened the flowers 83 years ago.
Don't expect to be sung by people who are nearly a century apart.
I know you love your motherland deeply.
I know you have shed blood for democracy and science.
I know your depraved youth
Not just for home and country.
That's a spirit.
Unyielding, free, democratic, scientific and patriotic.
They flew over the Great Wall, mountains and rivers.
They travel through history, memory and time.
I believe
Someone will remember.
There are always people who don't want to be silent.
Behind the hustle and bustle of city life
There are always some souls that will not fall.
Behind those earrings and long hair
There are always some sober voices.
Sing softly
Come on, let's sing.
Sing this beautiful spring
Sing about the prosperous motherland.
Singing about our youth and
Blood rushing in the blood vessels.
Come on, let's sing.
Songbirds sing freely.
Sing this light like a fire
Singing the spirit of freedom, an independent soul.
Close, close.
May 4th Movement will be engraved by us.
Take the torchbearer in' 83 for example.
Put youth and blood
Dedicated to our beloved motherland.