Burning song
Camb.
I had to stab a long thorn into my chest.
Start my singing.
Like a thorn bird singing for life.
I sang for the hero in the fire.
Korean battlefield: the 38th parallel of confrontation between the enemy and ourselves.
Nearby: US Army 39 1 in front of Highland.
Chinese people's Volunteer Army lurks.
The enemy's incendiary bomb exploded.
Smoke filled the whole clearing.
The flame ran up Qiu's left leg.
Pain, all feelings are gathered in pain.
Heroes have to overcome more than just pain.
This is the body code that wants to tremble in pain.
Comrades kept signaling for first aid.
This is the frog's cry: behind him.
Not far away
Youshuigou
Pain tells you again and again.
Away from fire, clay
Hero, you have burned yourself for a long time.
Spread—
The fire burned from the left leg to the back.
The bones are smoking.
Why doesn't it hurt? You didn't look back.
There are still six hours before the general attack.
Add 25 minutes
Can't move, can't move.
There are five or six hundred comrades in the latent area.
Let me sing in pain
The hero's flame devours you.
Sensitive nerves 57 years later
I'm still on the phone-
A heavy rain: it can put out the fire on your body.
Whose voice is so clear?
Mother's call came from a distance.
Is drifting into the hero's heart
At that moment, I heard the voices of all mothers.
Call your own children.
Comrades not far away
Hate the hero. Iron doesn't turn into steel.
At this time, I understood: what is iron discipline?
Five or six hundred comrades-in-arms like Qiu and others.
Lurking in the enemy's abdomen
All day: blasting squad, mortar platoon
Anti-aircraft gun company ...
Don't move: don't sleep or smoke all day
Don't cough, don't talk, and the upper body of the snake doesn't move.
The flame devoured the hero.
Qiu's teeth are going to break.
I hate sensitive nerves at this time.
Trying to shut it down from inside.
All the doors
Nervous nerves can't be nervous any more.
The more painful it is, the more you have to tighten every nerve.
Otherwise, the pain will make people fall from the ground.
Bounce up
Fingers stuck deep into the soil.
Like a solidified stone
Half an hour of burning and pain.
The comrades' hearts are racing.
Constantly accelerate everyone's heartbeat.
Had to jump out of their chests
This is 19521October 1 1 day.
The hero Qiu died in the fire.
A tearful face
Lift from the buried soil
Give me the weapon, the hero's fighting weapon.
I want to rush out like a sharp arrow.
The hero Qiu won the battle.
We'll take you home.
Go back to your motherland and rest in peace.
I want to sing a song for you.
You never joke about pain.
Heartache, want to hold you in my arms.
Embrace peace
I know: you must want to rap in the fire.
Like a thorn bird singing in pain
Let me hold you in my arms.
Hold your pain in your arms.
Listen to you.
Go ahead: autumn hero.
The motherland is listening.