There must be a flower in everyone's life.
Although this flower is secret.
Even if the music disappears.
Therefore, we don't commemorate suffering with suffering.
No tears to commemorate tears.
Facing the ruins, we planted simple flowers.
Through time, we join the candlelight tonight.
In the earthquake, everyone's survival is open,
Everyone's death is a secret.
We don't know what they thought, missed and hoped when they left.
But we know that every one of them is like us.
Love life.
Think of those who hug their dead loved ones,
Those children in the cradle.
Those students who have finished their summer homework.
The girls who didn't kiss for the first time.
Those sanitation workers who just got up,
Future scientists who want to explore Mars.
How precious their lives are,
How good they are to their ordinary lives.
Life is the most important thing in a disaster.
Life is the ultimate support for the night.
Life is worth risking your life to maintain.
Life is the source of miracle and hope.
That night, life was frightened.
Quiet dreams are distorted by death.
But its alliance with darkness didn't last long,
Dawn draws the line of redemption.
Many people, we failed to save their lives.
We are in fear ourselves.
But their deaths are secret, not lonely.
They rest in the arms of the living.
Many people didn't come back intact.
Some of their limbs were left in the ruins.
But at least we saved the rest,
Including the soul of tenacious survival.
The ruins will eventually grow flowers,
This is the victim's secret bouquet.
We don't just want to praise the fragrance.
We should not forget their pain.
Don't say: I have nothing to do with them,
Don't understand disasters.
Everyone who is alive is a survivor.
The land is in song for you.
The dead suffer death for the living.
The living bear the memory of disaster.
Share it,
They never left us for a moment.
They are our musicians,
Love poet, model worker, thinker.
Or they're just a brick,
Has been built into the walls of the new city.
Every painting is a memorial,
The new building is a dialogue.
Tomorrow, miss.
Yesterday, miss.
For hope, for remembrance.