Brother, before you had time to bow down, you were buried at the dry foot of this land.
Here are
grass, air,
and your loyal fighting friendship
< 2 > < I saw the starlight at night crying red eyelids.
A real man
is nothing more than drinking 3 cups of liquor.
A real wish
is just that he died on the battlefield on the day when the standard was flying.
< 3 >
Brother
That dry and red land,
Who will piece together the fierce and loyal bones of corpses for you?
where you are sleeping
Who ever carved an epitaph for you?
< 4 >
It doesn't matter, brother.
I have been buried in front of your grave.
In my grave,
your white eyes
and
the distant and overwhelming cries.
< 5 >
Brother, so you're not alone
Fragmented bugle call
I'll piece together for you
Bury the dead and bury the bugle call,
Where the fire burns out
I'll prove it for you!
< 6 >
Listen, brother.
the assembly number is always ringing
never abandoned.