Look,
dawn breaks,
the great wheel rises;
light spills down,
and another day dawns beneath a brilliant sun.
The mighty Yellow River flows east,
its waves never ceasing, carrying heroes' dreams;
another day begins,
but where lies the end?
I hear,
medical staff from Beijing and Shanghai have come to help;
my eyes grow moist,
and for a long while, I say nothing.
When disaster strikes one place,
support comes from all directions;
and I remember again,
Wuhan, one year ago,
was once just the same.
But we also know,
the two cannot be compared.
Though the situation in Lanzhou is dire,
it still pales beside Wuhan, not even by one ten-thousandth.
All I hope is,
that life will return to how it was.
That better days lie ahead.
All that remains is,
glory to mighty China,
may its future stretch ever onward.
Glory to mighty Huaxia,
Heavenly Prosperous Long Song,
Double Two Hundred dreams fulfilled.
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