Qingming, in front of the tomb of the martyrs

White flower on the chest

Holding a woven wreath of her own hands

With a reverence

We came to the tomb of the revolutionary martyrs

For the revolutionary cause

You have no return

Throwing youth and blood

Feel the brilliance of your soul

Once again we accepted the baptism of the soul

Red scarf waving in the wind

You are dyed with blood.

please believe us

Will put your banner

Lift up high

Qingsong stands for you

Flowers for you

Qingming next year

We will come back to read your spirits...