930, Cherish the Ancestors, Respect the Loyal Souls!

How lost Zhoushan feels, Its years etched in gray; How sorrowful Nanjing remains, With the corpses of our kin yet cold.

A blood debt of three hundred thousand, The Chinese people have not forgotten! Fourteen years of invasion, Our iron bones stand tall!

Our ancestors gave their entire lives, As the red flag of Marxism took root; And thus, We reclaimed the China of today!

We, the sons of this new era, Dare not, cannot, and will not forget, The agony of the past... It pierces my very soul!

Cherishing the footsteps of our forebears, With straw sandals and rifles in hand. We shattered enemy armor and tanks, To restore the glory of China!

Look at China today, A million hearts beating as one; The red flag flies everywhere, The years ahead are full of promise!

Only the vast expanse remains, Snow cannot cover the dreams of heroes. Wrapped in horsehide for burial, The crimson color soars!