The sound of the sea
The sea is picturesque
Young man
Go to Xisha as a soldier
The sun is overhead
Stepping on the sand
Green Island
It's my home
Ah, Xisha, Xisha
There are stories in the barracks
Stories in the barracks
It's sour, sweet, bitter and spicy
Ah, Xisha, Xisha
I hold the gun in my hand
I have a steel gun in my hand
We defend her
Keep the island and love the island
Construction of Xisha
It's up to you and me
Time is in a hurry
Experience spring and summer
Young man
Fall in love with Xisha
Although there is loneliness
I often think of her
Accompany the island
Happy and bitter
Ah, Xisha, Xisha
There are stories in youth
The story of youth
It's sour, sweet, bitter and spicy
Ah, Xisha, Xisha
I have a steel gun in my hand
I have a steel gun in my hand
We defend her
Science and technology training vs. contribution
Tomorrow of Xisha
It's up to you and me
Ah, Xisha, Xisha
There are stories in the barracks
Stories in the barracks
It's sour, sweet, bitter and spicy
Ah, Xisha, Xisha
I have a steel gun in my hand
I have a steel gun in my hand
We defend her
Keep the island and love the island
Construction of Xisha
It's up to you and me
Ah, Xisha, Xisha
There are stories in youth
The story of youth
It's sour, sweet, bitter and spicy
Ah, Xisha, Xisha
I have a steel gun in my hand
I have a steel gun in my hand
We defend her
Science and technology training vs. contribution
Tomorrow of Xisha
It's up to you and me
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