Lyrics of battle 1937 by Kang Zifeng

It was about 1937

The place has been polished more and more clearly by time

It seems that the dialogue is just crying

Pigeons are memories that don't belong to that era

The crows occupied the highlands

There is another sigh in the lines

There was a mixture of blood and smoke in the air

Searching hard for the breath of comrades in arms in the rubble

Sudden rain still, back in time, history stranded 1937

Hold the palm of your hand and win the battle that cannot be defeated

For the bloody trace in the children's eyes

Win back the rubber that Erases fear

The rhythm of the story goes on

I can't find rhythm to describe such a picture

But I don't know how sharp I am

Thinking controls the nib to rub memories on paper

We should choose to escape

Or fight back against the roar

The child asked the bayonet where his mother was

I stopped tattooing the wound, so I stopped writing

Sudden rain still, back in time, history stranded 1937

Hold the palm of your hand and win the battle that cannot be defeated

For the bloody trace in the children's eyes

Win back the pencil that writes the truth