To friends in Myanmar-19571February14th.
I live at the source of the river,
You live at the end of the river.
Love each other deeply,
* * * Drink a river.
I sucked Sichuan dirty,
You drink the river and then go into the water.
A steady stream,
Sweet to each other.
As neighbors,
Friendship is often accumulated.
Not as old as Qingshan,
Just like running water.
Connected to each other, by mountains and rivers.
Anti-imperialism is free and peaceful.
Each other is a cell wave, and many languages are the same.
Unity and mutual assistance, peace and strength.
Sighing at the water, singing Shi Lei.
The mountains are all in the north and the rivers are all in the south.