I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice.
This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-the motherland!
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your smile vortex, with tears hanging on it.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-the motherland!
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me.
Thoughtful me
Boil me
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland, my dear motherland.
Background music "Meditation"