Anti-Epidemic Part Two

Look, Dawn breaks, A giant wheel rises;

The light shines down in a single cast, Another bright and sunny day.

The surging Yellow River flows eastward, Its waves never exhausting the dreams of heroes;

A new day rises, But where is the destination?

I hear, Medical staff from Beijing and Shanghai have come to assist;

My eyes grow slightly damp, And I remain silent for a long time.

When one side faces trouble, All sides offer support;

I recall again, Wuhan one year ago, Which was once just the same.

Yet I know, They cannot be mentioned in the same breath.

Although the situation in Lanzhou is severe, It does not even come close to a ten-thousandth of Wuhan.

I only wish, That life may return to how it once was.

The years ahead are full of promise.

All that remains, Is the grandeur of my China, With a future that stretches ever longer.

Grand is my Huaxia, A Heavenly Prosperous Long Song, The Double Two Hundred dreams fulfilled.