Her eyes looked so desperate in the fire,

I really want to save me. It's crazy,

But my meager strength,

Cann't cross that burning high wall,

So I ran into the street and shouted,

I called for help,

But it was too late,

After all, there are still regrets.

Only a small flower basket was given to her.

I cried, and I decided to wander from now on.

I'm going to every corner of the world to eliminate fires,

Although you forgot my ordinary fire extinguisher,

But the sadness written in the deep heart,

Like a wall of flowers piled up by online blogs,

Stick to our conscience,

How many literati silently sigh,

How many poets cry out silent sorrow again,

Warm floating at both ends of the media blog,

That deep-rooted injury, deep-rooted pain,

Let's be heart to heart,

Walking on the road in Jiaozhou, Shanghai,

Watch for warmth, not arrogant or crazy.