Don't even know each other's names.

Don't know each other's living conditions

But the only thing we know is that

The whole country is saddened by this sudden disaster.

You are our compatriot.

You are our brothers and sisters.

Like us

You all have aspirations and dreams for life.

A sudden earthquake.

Let many lives

Real Time

Even if the ideal life is extremely ordinary.

After that, it died.

There is no possibility of realization.

At this moment, let us remember today.

On May 2, 2008, we were in tears.

Our hearts are full of sadness.

Pray for compatriots in the disaster area

We work hand in hand.

Let the temperature of love pass!

Sacrifice the students who lost their lives in the epicenter

It's like staring at a passing sunrise.

I saw a ray of sunshine.

It's like standing in a field under the stars.

You are looking up to your lofty ideals.

Just like the sound of reading in class yesterday.

I clearly remember your kind smile.

So, I know

You will come back one day.

With love and reluctance for life.

You will come back one day.

Bring back the days you shouldn't have lost.

I know

We will meet again one day.

Because I have found your paradise.

At one o'clock in the morning, Sichuan earthquake poem cried:

I don't know when the building is shaking.

How do people run, and those

People who can't run or can't run will watch.

Where to invest?

It was windy, and I saw the building collapse.

See the debris flow jump from the top of the mountain.

Flooding fields, villages, lives and days

See the eyes of fear, desperate struggle

Who can inform who?

The footsteps of wandering in a foreign land in the morning

Go back to the cheap rental house and cry silently.

The dilated pupil is fixed at

14 inch black and white TV screen

Sichuan earthquake poem Wenchuan, my heart is with you;

Seventeen hours of gaze and seventeen hours of prayer. We can't control the earthquake, but our love can cross Qian Shan and melt into the strongest echo-Wenchuan, my heart is with you!

For a whole 17 hour, I put my hand in.

And all the trifles in my heart are left out in the cold.

My eyes and my heart.

Only pay attention to the county called Wenchuan.

Pay attention to all the disaster areas connected with it.

For a whole 17 hour, I saw it in my eyes.

The tide rises again and again.

My fragile heart, again and again.

Pray for those lives still buried under the rubble.

God bless them.

For a whole 17 hour, I saw

A pair of warm hands, from the motherland

Every place stands out and gathers into a huge.