I/groped with my broken palm/this vast land;
This corner has been reduced to ashes,
That corner/just blood and mud;
This lake/should be my hometown,
In spring, there are many flowers on the embankment.
The tender willow branches are broken/have a strange smell)
I touched the cool water and algae;
The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold.
The water in the Yellow River is full of sand/slipping through your fingers;
Jiangnan rice field, your current/new grass.
It is so thin, so soft ... now/only Artemisia capillaris;
Litchi flowers in Lingnan/wither lonely,
There, I was immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea/there were no fishing boats. ...
Invisible palm/over infinite mountains,
Fingers/stained with blood and ash, palms/stained with darkness,
Only distant corners/still intact,
Warm, clear, firm/energetic spring.
On it, I/with my injured hand/stroking,
Like/lover's soft hair, baby's milk.
I put all my strength/luck in my palm.
Put it on, send love and all hope,
Because there's only the sun, it's spring,
Will/exile gloom, bring Su Sheng,
Because only there/we don't live like animals,
Die like an ant ... There, Eternity/China!