My tears cannot be done

Text/Stone (Henan)

Look at the little wooden box with your remains

Hold up on the stage by the later people, flatten it flat

Watch your remains wrapped in the flag

My tears cannot be done

Seventy years, where are you lying?

After seventy years, if you live, you should grow into a pillar

It's seventy years, your loved ones can't remember what you looked like at the beginning

Or, they are no longer in the world

Who do you get for? Who will suffer?

Your name, your home, your heroic feat, how many people know it?

You go all out, get your life, how many people feel you, and praise you?

Is there any sagittarius ride on your tombstone with your feet?

I dare not think about it, watching your poor and respectable remains, not worthy of sadness

I want to kneel deeply into the soil in my knees

My tears cannot be done without authorization

I want to shout, "Come back, Grandpa! You Supreme Glory!"

The rain was deeply affectionate, the big plane flew mighty, and my tears flowed quietly.

Think about it, how can there be China without them? How can I have you and me without China?

We should be proud of them and sing for the powerful of the motherland

In the future, we must let our enemies die as much as possible, so that our loved ones can live as well

Go home, rest in peace, enjoy the glory you should enjoy

Remember, whom do they die! They must stay around!

Saturday, September, September, 2022, Saturday, Saturday

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