● Chang Ye Ting
Tomb-Sweeping Day is in the arms of spring.
Come quietly
I came to the martyrs cemetery.
Pay tribute to your sleeping hero.
A distant painting
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Heroic feat
Become an immortal statue
Always inspire future generations.
This is an era.
A little-known battle.
But every experiencer
But I will never forget it.
The terrain is complex, foggy and dark.
The carved castle is full of the cunning of the enemy.
You're the commandos captain.
You know very well.
Upward means sacrifice.
Nature is a martyr.
But you didn't hesitate.
Lead the warriors to fight while rushing.
Fight one's way
A shell roared past.
Cut off your left arm.
Another piece of shrapnel
Cut your leg.
You use the remaining right hand
Grab the wet scorched earth.
Climb inch by inch.
Eyes red with hatred.
A throat forged by the army
Perseverance ignited with blood
Stubborn orders to continue fighting
Until you fall in a pool of blood
From now on, your name
Be engraved with a stone tablet
Your feat
Become a story
A monument standing in the cemetery
Stand still and pierce the sky.
It was built by a loyal soul.
Spiritual construction
Is a huge exclamation point.
Facing you-my comrade-in-arms
My waterfall imagination
Pull out the unstoppable fountain of tears
Crystal tears
Knock on the drum surface of my heart again
Tragic swan song
Like an evergreen pine and cypress
The ancient wind shook it.
Make waves.
Bounce one by one.
Distant revelation
The distant battle has solidified.
At our feet
Become a solid cornerstone of life
Your body
Not only laid the foundation for victory
It broadens our horizons.
You're lying here without saying a word
But your great image
Immortal spirit
Survivors will never enjoy it.
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