以前觉得世上告别仪式挺多的
比如喝酒、旅行或者痛哭一场。
后来在疫情之后才知道，
大部分告别都是悄无声息。
即便不是隔山隔水，
也难在相见。
后悔当初没有好好的吃一顿散伙饭，
没有矫情的拍张照片当做永久的纪念。
有些人就这样走了，
他们穿着白色的衣裳，
奋斗到最后一秒。
Some of the stories are unfinished ,
Forget it.
Those feelings in these months,
It is hard to tell the real for the fake.
We are going our own way for life .
Ruins overgrown with weeds,
In order to memorize the dead people quietly.
No one can break the shackles of life ,
It is only matter of time.
The great souls,
Fly with the wind.
However,
The whole nation feel great about them,
They have just been given far too great an honor,
One the ordinary people neither sought nor solicited.
To Glory of you，
You sacrificed your most precious things to motherland.
