The evening wind is blowing on my face
There was an intoxicating fragrance everywhere
We are like the flowers in the field
A young heart is like a bud
La ~ ~ ~ La ~ ~ ~ La~~~
Who plucks the strings in the dance
The stream flows gently on the earth
We run away like thousands of streams
Young heart, turn the waves
La ~ ~ ~ La ~ ~ ~ La~~~
Friends talk about the ideal of the future
How to build a great motherland
The flowers of youth and the spring of life
Like stars to light up the bright future
La ~ ~ ~ La ~ ~ ~ La~~~
Like stars to light up the bright future
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