以前覺得世上告別儀式挺多的

比如喝酒、旅行或者痛哭一場。

后來在疫情之后才知道，

大部分告別都是悄無聲息。

即便不是隔山隔水，

也難在相見。

后悔當(dāng)初沒有好好的吃一頓散伙飯，

沒有矯情的拍張照片當(dāng)做永久的紀(jì)念。

有些人就這樣走了，

他們穿著白色的衣裳，

奮斗到最后一秒。

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.