Never to return from the bloody battlefield
Nor buried in our land.
They are white cranes
From distant times
Pass the crying to your ears again and again.
Just to make us look up
With silent memories, until the end of the sky
Tired crane, fly high
At dusk, through the twilight
A small blank in the queue
Maybe this is my will.
This day will come.
I will fly among them, in the twilight.
Scream like a crane, over the clouds
Recall your things, the unforgettable truth.
In my opinion, the Warriors
Never to return from the bloody battlefield
Nor buried in our land.
They are white cranes
I tried my best. I hope you like it, hehe.