Our tears seep through this weeping land,
Our ears hear the raging of men.
We rise and we cry a-front our stand,
Let this land be free again!
Our fears, though they stayed like a wraith,
The years never stopped our rooted faith!
Our chants ring aloud along the bloodied path,
Build this land o’er our wrath!
‘Tis the night stars fall and all seem lost,
Heed the horn, amidst the haze and through the skies!
We gather for freedom and rights, no matter the cost,
Our strength and wisdom never dies!
Our dawn has come, let us write the pages!
For our home, revolution of the ages!
For our men, by our men ere the end of time,
For the rise of Hong Kong’s prime!
大力海狗
2019-9-6 15:32:50
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書生竊國
2019-9-6 15:37:19
For glori-ous, lib-eral land